
| Closet Monster
Author: Moroni of the Mount of Ro Frustrated with the people who choose not to see the truth, and decide to live in their made-up worlds. Maybe, if they repeat their lies enough, they'll be true? LIke a certain figurehead with his own persynal agenda . . . -cough-
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Horror/Supernatural - Words: 250 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-16-05 - id: 1914792
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Closet Monster
Creaking, breathing;
You know he's there.
Scratching, clawing;
He's out to get you.
Laughing, taunting;
You hide under covers.
Rattle, thunk;
The doorknob turns. . .
I can't believe you.
You act like a child.
How can you live like this,
With a blindfold over your eyes?
How can you ignore
What's right in front of your face?
How can you stand to be so blind?
Just shut your eyes
And hope the monster goes away.
Can't you hear his roar?
I can't stand you.
You act like a fool.
How can you live like this,
With your head above us all?
How can you pick
What to see and what to not?
How can you believe your own lies?
You've escaped him for one night.
But he's awaiting your return.
The light will go out, and the feast will begin.
I'm fed up with you.
Your act ends here and now.
You can't live like this,
With your eyes shut and your lies open.
I am so ready
To rip your fucking eyelids off.
Now you'll see the truth.
Creaking, breathing;
You know he's there.
Scratching, clawing;
He's out to get you.
Laughing, taunting;
You hide under covers.
Rattle, thunk;
The doorknob turns.
Shivers, tears;
He pulls back the blanket.
Flicker, snap;
You open your eyes.
Smile, gasp –
Boo.
A/N: Suuure . . . They keep the text style, etc, but they don't space stanzas. Ergh. XP
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