30 October 2012
I walked toward the big house So menacing and tall Big dark windows bearing down Not where I want to be at all
I am really nervous and it's getting dark I hurry to the front door Sod this for a lark!
The door creeps open noisily And I walk towards the stairs I start to climb them slowly At my heart real fear tears
The implements of torture Are the real deal I feel their eyes upon me The fear is oh so real
Laid out on a tray Ready to do their worst This Halloween evening Which one will he use first
Then my fears come to light The blood begins to flow The glint of light on metal As he pulls my tooth out slow
It's not his fault, it's his job I should have gone before But it is such hard work Walking through that door!
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The Door • Opuss № I