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I remember the shadows of empty mystery That cloaked the door as rot cloaks a stagnant pool I remember the dingy corner it crouched in Just out of reach of the old and wavering lightbulb I remember how I never seemed to see it How it would seemingly meld with the dark as I passed I remember the call of curiosity’s mouse-hole Drawing me in like a noose around my drumming heart I remember the tired paintwork as I stroked it It crumbled into my hands and coated my palms like ****** ****** I remember the corpse-like wood that lay beneath Gnarled by time like the hands of a long dead Messiah I remember the moan of a seldom turned handle Mirroring the sudden cry of a crow outside in the grey cold I remember the hurricane of dust that migrated out That clogged my nostrils and choked my throat I remember the Flesh Eating Monsters housed within I remember the yelp, and then scream of a child It was me I remember the clunk of a barrier restored I prayed that a door would be enough to protect me I remember the rush of musty air down my throat As I trembled up stairs to the open arms of safety I remember the tears that rattled my eyes How they ruined the shoulder of the jumper you were wearing I remember the love that I felt for you then I was a bundle of innocence sobbing a funeral march I remember awaking to the chill of my sweat And solemnly promising to try to forget
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
The Sub-Cellar
I remember the shadows of empty mystery That cloaked the door as rot cloaks a stagnant pool I remember the dingy corner it crouched in Just out of reach of the old and wavering lightbulb I remember how I never seemed to see it How it would seemingly meld with the dark as I passed I remember the call of curiosity’s mouse-hole Drawing me in like a noose around my drumming heart I remember the tired paintwork as I stroked it It crumbled into my hands and coated my palms like ****** ****** I remember the corpse-like wood that lay beneath Gnarled by time like the hands of a long dead Messiah I remember the moan of a seldom turned handle Mirroring the sudden cry of a crow outside in the grey cold I remember the hurricane of dust that migrated out That clogged my nostrils and choked my throat I remember the Flesh Eating Monsters housed within I remember the yelp, and then scream of a child It was me I remember the clunk of a barrier restored I prayed that a door would be enough to protect me I remember the rush of musty air down my throat As I trembled up stairs to the open arms of safety I remember the tears that rattled my eyes How they ruined the shoulder of the jumper you were wearing I remember the love that I felt for you then I was a bundle of innocence sobbing a funeral march I remember awaking to the chill of my sweat And solemnly promising to try to forget
bob-horton
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
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