Sometimes in my idleness I peer behind the door Out escapes a dark specter A shadow I desired to see no more
This danger to my being Pass through my frightened mind As the shaking begins Trying to remember It exists only in past time
It no longer has the physical power In any way influence my life Its presence Only that of stale air Of misspent love and strife
No more will rough hands strangle me Or throw me with without care to the floor Inflicting its own mind’s pain upon me I slowly close the door
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