EpItApH
10-05-2005, 05:33 AM
Puppets in my closet!
The puppets in my closet come out after twelve.
One by one, they march down from each shelf.
With every creaking sound of the closet door.
Fear caught in my throat like gore.
I peer from under the covers to pore.
As they creep gallantly across the floor.
Little people in tiny boots.
Strings attached to all their roots.
Tap, tap, tap, I hear them move faster.
In spite of the absence of the puppet master.
Soon enough they encircle my bed.
And whisper softly the words of the dead.
Unable to budge, I listen in awe.
The genuine darkness I embrace, so pure, so raw.
The moon fades as morning trails bright.
The puppets revert into the closet, out of sight.
A knock on my door, they came in and said…
“Do you still hear those voices in your head?”.
The puppets in my closet come out after twelve.
One by one, they march down from each shelf.
With every creaking sound of the closet door.
Fear caught in my throat like gore.
I peer from under the covers to pore.
As they creep gallantly across the floor.
Little people in tiny boots.
Strings attached to all their roots.
Tap, tap, tap, I hear them move faster.
In spite of the absence of the puppet master.
Soon enough they encircle my bed.
And whisper softly the words of the dead.
Unable to budge, I listen in awe.
The genuine darkness I embrace, so pure, so raw.
The moon fades as morning trails bright.
The puppets revert into the closet, out of sight.
A knock on my door, they came in and said…
“Do you still hear those voices in your head?”.