I keep death prisoner
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, 11-15-2009 at 05:27 AM (2958 Views)
Death waits for me at the door.
Like looking into a mirror.
Skin dripping off bones.
I keep it locked away.
Boots click on the concrete floor
It paces back and forth in its cell
Beating the walls
Feeding on the dark
Its plea is tempting
Spoken through a crack
"I'm waiting for you
Let me free you from this"
It pants and houls and waits for a fall
Licks the air for blood
Tastes my weakness
Waiting and watching
I give it nothing
I have nothing to give
I keep it prisoner
A trophy in my cellar
(Inspired by a line from "The Collector" by John Fowles)