My Others
Walking down and endless hallwaydoors line each side
all different colors
behind them
my memories
it stretches on forever
along the way i met
my 'others'
One is a werewolf,
who hold high my protection
one is a jester,
she hold high my happiness
along with a cat-demon and a vampire
my mind is crowed
and i can't do much about it
they have locked away and guard
something...
i do not know what
just that what ever it is they guard well
and i never go near the only black door
that resided in my mind
they stand by and watch
and the serial killer and snake-scorpion
watch me with out care
the know my plight
and do not care...
these are my 'others'
these are my demons....
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