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Curled up in the corner

In cold of the night

Afraid of darkness

Afraid of the light

Eyes peer from the ceiling

Hands reach from the floor

Hearts beat from the walls

And he stands at the door

No chemicals shield me

No mascarade hides

The sweat of my body

The fear in my eyes

He’s pounding and pounding

And growing in strength

He’s growing in hunger

And looking for prey

He whispers to call me

From deep in my mind

With lies and with luring

Each weakness he finds

I know what he wants

Yes, I know where he leads

I’ve scars to remind me

Of all the past deeds

But the door he can’t open

And that’s why he calls

So I’m curled in the corner

Afraid that I’ll fall



…Jeff Bresee