Unknown Secrets
I slam the door, but it won't shut,So I keep trying,
Haunted and stalked by strange beings,
The smell of the swamp still tickles my nostrills,
Looking through the keyhole I gazed into ones eye,
It cried, but still my heart nearly jumpes out my chest,
Pounding like a man burried alive, calling out for help,
And why?
The uglyness? The stench? The tone of voice while it cries??
The surcomstance I've met it in?
Or might it be the tales I heared from family, friends, strangers,
Maybe books, images, flickershows and poetry??
What is good and what is evil...
A lion kills and eats raw flesh to survive, does that make him bad...
I eat meat, but someone else kills it for me...
As I am writing I realised this was once a tree,
So what is a lie and what is the truth???
Can I open my door and embrace this strange creature?
Perhaps I can, there's no reason not too....
Bedtime stories of evil demons and gnomes,
Never saw them before, who says they are?
Why call something bad when never meeting it before?
Fear for the unknown, thanks to you and yours...
Poetry by Catacomb Villain
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 19:43
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