It's My Closet

Don’t look at my closet.

It’s messy and I don’t want it cleaned.

Keep the door closed.

Listen and see if you can hear

The screams within of the fiend

 

Don’t touch my closet.

You might feel claws scratching

From the other side… as if…

It wants out… keep it in.

 

Don’t open my closet.

Let centuries of mold fester within.

Maybe the toxins released will bother you…

You’ll get used to it.

 

Don’t go in my closet.

You don’t care what’s on the other side.

If it’s deadly, lethal, poison…

Leave it alone; it’s mine.