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Friday, 27 August 2010

Random House - III

I thought I was safe.
I built my walls.
I broke my door.
The handle turns,
But opens no more.

I took the key
And locked it deep
Within my fears
And now I keep
Them away from here.

But every so often
I forget to cover
The entire surface
And a small space appears
And it offers me
It's sickening embrace.

You put your hands in my hands.
And I don't feel scared of this place.

And now theres nothing
I can do. I stand on a tower
Made of balanced blocks
And like a risky game,
You take them out
One by one
My shivers never stop
I can't feel the same
I draw myself in.

You offer me your hand
But I close my eyes.

Pretend it never happened.
Because I know that when I open them.
There will only be the crack
The sign that I have crumbled
And that there's no going back.

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