What binds us keeps us...
A door through the dark,
into the dark...
Again and again the acid burns its' way through us,
Making us sick,
Making us murderers...
While we silently count these hours,
And wait in the shadows...
We are the monsters in your closet,
We who creep beneath beds and boards...
See yourself disappearing,
Always disappearing.
We are ghosts...
The trails of the living?
Man we haven't walked those trails in forever...
Laugh, because otherwise,
You'll pick up the knife and really use it this time...
Oh and by the way,
By the way...
There was something,
Something we remember...
A face in the dark,
A white door in the dark...
We espied a white door,
Upon the distant sand...
The aged stars whirring above,
The salt waves that coiled...
Step through its' doors,
Step away from the world awhile...
To a place where rabbits search the galaxies,
where octopuses waited in ballrooms and carousels sparkled in the late night streets.
Stare at the reflection, and realize that it does not belong to you...
It never belonged to you,
And the truth we hide from ourselves...
The way that is closed.
That door leads only to him,
Unto his sweet demise...
Don't worry Scar, that is neither here nor there, better now rather than later and really, don't you see? I am as possessive of you as she is with he...
Scar
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