In the closet I sit
In the dark
With a knife
With a gun
Crying
Because
The knife wouldn't cut
And
The gun wouldn't fire
Please don't come to the door
One of these days
There will be blood on the floor
In the closet I sit
In the dark
With a knife
With a gun
Crying
Because
The knife wouldn't cut
And
The gun wouldn't fire
Please don't come to the door
One of these days
There will be blood on the floor
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Comments2
Great write
A dark and tense but good write
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