Poetry

The Cellar Door

written by: UsKidsKnow

Deep,
Deep inside the depths of my broken soul
Lies a pit, a trap, a hidden hole

Kept iside are those memorys that have made my life poor
all locked inside by a cellar door

That door,
that door which is older then sin
keep me from those memorys that could never end

That door which has started to grey
That door which is rusted, brown with decay

I dont like to remember
I dont like to remember that the door lies there
The pain of it opening would be too hard to bear

But now someone's awakoned it on a dare
and she doesnt know, and she doesnt really care

When I'm alone
When I'm alone the darkness begins to creep
The smeel of death's breath starts to seep

The monsters have taken a knife and are beggining to cut
The only thing that I can think is how to get that door shut

Now,
Now ever since that October night
I cant see, I'm blind to the light

There are grey words 'cellar door' engraved on my skin
reminding me you can never run from the long lost sins