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Window in Time.
By pushblood
The window in time is the monster under my bed.
Showing me the face, yet covered by a mask.
The sadistic smile and laughter like a witch.
Her face it melts
Yet I need this.
The window in time makes her young and old.
Sometimes she's the demon with red eyes, and horns.
Nights when I feel safe and young,
She becomes the angel that caresses me and holds me numb
The fallen demon that lurks my soul,
Keeps the window in time, as a gateway for her.
Welcome is the one that feeds on pain.
The victory you seek has a desire for the taking.
Stop wasting your time.
This prey has accepted.
Let the window in time take my existence.
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© 0000 pushblood
Published on Friday, April 4, 2008.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
"Let the window in time take my existence." I'm a sucker for brilliant endings, and this was an excellent closure to a poem that hit rather close to home. Thank you.
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