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Sinister Door





Open the door! Please open the door!
I have been knocking
I have been screaming
But you haven't been answering
Open the door! Please open the door!
I have been crying
But you haven't been listening
Should I knock harder?
Should I keep showing anger?
I know you're in here
Please open ,my dear
The night is getting darker
The voices are getting louder
My mind is going astray
My heart mourns day by day
Open the door! Please Open the door!
The monsters are chasing me
If you don't open, they'll devour me
You can save me
I thought you said you loved me
Now I'm here at your mercy
But you ignore me?
Listen to the sound of evil outside
I would be safe if I were inside
I can hear them running towards me
Open the door! Please open the door!
" Come in, now. I'm sorry."
Thanks for opening the door
I knew you loved me
" Why are you holding this axe like that ?"
It is time that we all understand
It is time that you deduct
That the true evil was not outside
It was inside
" Please, I just saved your life
Don't do this ,"
I will hurt you
I will simply free you
" No, no ,no ,"
You are finally free ,my dear.
But what is this knocking?
Who's at the door?
**Open the door ,my love**
** Please open the door**

BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT



(THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)

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