Behind every door I've opened
A million times before
Is a man I'll never meet
And have never met before
He's standing there smiling
With a grin full of sick malace
And wishing that my blood
Could fill his empty chalice
Yet the moment I perceived him
He vanishes into shades
His footsteps haunt my heartbeats
His breathing swirls my brain
Behind every door I've opened
Into every room I know
Is paranoia lurking there
To lay me down low
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryI may seem like an insufferable nerd-tastic idiot, but I'm actually pretty poetic
