Upon My Door
written by: DivyaaN
In silence, they wait upon my door
In smockings dark, my mates galore
Pinched bosoms, bearers of bad milk
She-devils clad in the blackest silk
They rode me all of yesterday
Dragging me like a dog on a sleigh
Shrieking at me, if I dare not play
A liar they brand me, as I pray
Savoring my sobs, my bluest fears
They taste the terror in my tears
I’m beaten of soul, before the dawn
A hollow hump, I’m spent at morn
Horror and angst, they shop for me
Laughing fiends on wicked sprees
No dearth of cash in their purses
They return with bags full of curses
Dancing with these foes for so long
Has yet not made me very strong
I shiver still at what they’ll bring
Which painful dirge, they’ll come to sing
The day shall trot, the mares will neigh
My sanctum breached in every way
To their tune I’ll waltz, forevermore
In silence, they wait upon my door
DivyaaN
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