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The doors are closed, I can't get out. The windows are nailed shut, never a doubt. I can feel cold air, creeping in under the door. I got up and grabbed some wood, as it's all in the fire more. I try to justify, but my thoughts are in despair. Falling downward, I find myself in the middle of nowhere. But keep my cool, so that I may live. But a price has to be paid, what more could I give. In despair under the rain, we find silly things. And after it's all over, we find what life brings. By James Daniel Massey ©2004

It's he who taps at my window in the night.                   Ever so gently he fills me with fright.                                 It's he who lurks at my bedside with a taste of fear.                                           Terror in my veins, I whimper as I shed a soft tear.                                                    This all can be told as a simple and truthful ordinary story.                                                            He wants nothing more than just my guts and glory. It's he who clouds over me engulfing my feet to neck.                    Making me feel all alone and helpless like a tiny speck.

In my restless night I see myself staring, Staring out a window that I seem to hide behind. Behind in the entanglement of a spider web. A web where all my smiles and happiness get caught. Caught forever and slowly I'm eaten away. James Daniel Massey ©2002