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Nov 2012
I hear a gentle tapping,
Upon my door.
A gentle rapping,
Upon my door.

The mental sapping
sound, up on my door.
In gripped suspense,

Gripped, and tense.
The sound upon my door.
The haunting echo,
The taunting echoes.

I hear my name.
No-one knows
I'm here,
So why do I hear my name,
Upon my door?

A quiet screaming,
Makes no sound
but deafens,
This quiet demon upon my door.

Frightful, scheming upon my door,
'You can't come in',
I scream,
Frightened, screaming up on my door.

The lights flicker,
The atmosphere of the night's thicker,
The demon hits like a heart beat
upon my door.

I close my eyes in fear,
After a tear,
I re-open my eyes.
I lay, just me and the sound of my heart beat,
Upon my floor.

This room in my mind has no door,
No windows,
There's no way out.

The demon is in here,
He was never upon my door.
The demon is in here,
Forever upon my floor.
Stewart Linney
Written by
Stewart Linney  Preston, England
(Preston, England)   
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