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Date Posted: 19:05:50 08/11/11 Thu
Author: darkling
Subject: a poem

Dim and sputtering bulb swings,
Failing to nothing but glass and string.
Smell of blood in the stagnant air,
Better run the sound is almost there.
Scratching clawing grinding noise draws near,
The hungry monster is almost here.
Panic overrides mind as feet take flight,
One final pulse brings the death of the light.
Sharp things brushed in the black bring pain,
As I find myself here once again.
The sound of laughter and a band,
Come soon before a door connects with hand.
Relief announced with unsteady groan,
At least I will not be alone.
Shattering silence as the door swings wide,
Revealing at first only light from inside.
My body disagrees between each different piece,
As my mouth begins to scream and refuses to cease.
The party is everywhere from the ceiling to the walls,
Possibly even back through the darkened hall.
To convince the mind of what they see my eyes do strive,
The mind only acknowledges that these people are not alive.
Sitting up screaming in a different black,
I slowly find that I have made it back.
Each new visit leaves its stain,
Even though the dreamer wakes the scars remain.

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