by N. T. Roland There's something in the closet, waiting to come out. Shh... Can't you hear it scratching, slowly clawing at the lock? There's something in the closet, something which cannot see the light of day. If you're quiet you can hear it, moaning the truths which you keep hidden away. There's something in that closet, but I do not care to see. For what one person hides away, another should know better than to set it free.
by N. T. Roland
ReplyDeleteThere's something in the closet,
waiting to come out.
Shh... Can't you hear it scratching,
slowly clawing at the lock?
There's something in the closet,
something which cannot see the light of day.
If you're quiet you can hear it,
moaning the truths which you keep hidden away.
There's something in that closet,
but I do not care to see.
For what one person hides away,
another should know better than to set it free.
eeek scary
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