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Eternal Daskness (Sixes) DOORS 12.0
(i) Who's There
Who's knocking at the door?
There's huffing there's puffing
It's someone with asthma
(ii) Opening
The devils' at the door
He needs your permission
Doomed is he that opens
(iii) Door Bell
'Ding - dong' "Avon Calling!"
Gorgeous sales lady
Party plan in cellar
(iv) Turn!
Who's there? Who the fucks there?
The is only silence
He's behind you! Turn round!
(v) Shining
The axe holes the door
Here's Johnny! Here's Johnny!
Rubber Johnny comes in
(vi) Seepage
A locked door means nothing
Demons under the door frame
Seeping up through floorboards
(vii) Closet Behind
Behind the closet door
The lion and the witch or
You lying about gayness
(viii)Trap
The trap door hides sins
Many victims below
Those tortured cadavers
(ix) Fresh
Refrigerator door
Ajar - full of gouged eyes
A head in Tupperware
(x) Hiding
Mirrored glass patio doors
There's no one can see me
Masturbating close by
(xi) Slam
I slammed the door on her
Screams, broken trapped fingers
Reopen, hair grab: It Starts
(xii) Drill
When's a door not a door?
When my drill unlocks it
And I am free to kill
Who's knocking at the door?
There's huffing there's puffing
It's someone with asthma
(ii) Opening
The devils' at the door
He needs your permission
Doomed is he that opens
(iii) Door Bell
'Ding - dong' "Avon Calling!"
Gorgeous sales lady
Party plan in cellar
(iv) Turn!
Who's there? Who the fucks there?
The is only silence
He's behind you! Turn round!
(v) Shining
The axe holes the door
Here's Johnny! Here's Johnny!
Rubber Johnny comes in
(vi) Seepage
A locked door means nothing
Demons under the door frame
Seeping up through floorboards
(vii) Closet Behind
Behind the closet door
The lion and the witch or
You lying about gayness
(viii)Trap
The trap door hides sins
Many victims below
Those tortured cadavers
(ix) Fresh
Refrigerator door
Ajar - full of gouged eyes
A head in Tupperware
(x) Hiding
Mirrored glass patio doors
There's no one can see me
Masturbating close by
(xi) Slam
I slammed the door on her
Screams, broken trapped fingers
Reopen, hair grab: It Starts
(xii) Drill
When's a door not a door?
When my drill unlocks it
And I am free to kill
Published 19th Apr 2020
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David Macleod (c)
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19th Apr 2020 6:22am
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I like to call sluts doorknobs
Everyone's had a turn
I can't say I knew exactly what the fuck was going on here. It got scary and a little rough. ..
But i sure had a good time.
I'm such a doorknob
I like to call sluts doorknobs
Everyone's had a turn
I can't say I knew exactly what the fuck was going on here. It got scary and a little rough. ..
But i sure had a good time.
I'm such a doorknob
29th Apr 2020 4:28pm
LOL I like the term doorknobs I think I might include that in a new poem.
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29th Apr 2020 10:56pm
I thought I was reading a play or something and each stanza was a scene from different horror movies
