Friday, February 20, 2009

Spare Key

Louder than the Raven crying out Nevermore!
The scavenger flaps her wings and screeches
outside of your slightly cracked door
More powerful than the beating of the Tell-Tale Heart
A murderess plans her victim's death
from the very start
Painful like a repeated
graphic, horror flick torture scene
A sick, twisted killer hacks at my bones
until my soul is picked clean

Angry, enraged like a predator
would never want its prey to be
Now I'm the one waiting outside of your door
but I have a spare key...

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