How deflating, a slammed doorFollowed by shouting & moreLeading Me on a chase andDown White Rabbit holesTo the Black PlaceWith a scarred faceWhose eyes are traced& red like being sprayedBy mace, the kind for bearsBecause I’m not trying to scareÜ, so instead I’m patiently waitingWhile I’m warming up your eternal tomb How deflating, a slammed … Continue reading A Slammed Door / The Black Place