The Door/by:Haunted Lunacy

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Monsters waiting outside 
my door,
tearing and clawing, 
waiting to devour
my heart once more.
Muffled screams and 
haunted whispers,
fiery words that singe
 and blister.
I can’t fight them off
 again,
If I relent and let 
them back in.
So I retreat inside
 and brace for attack,
and pray to a god that
 doesn’t have my back.

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