Martin Stewart - The Knock

The door knocker knocked
She looked up from her book of spells and verse
Which she enjoyed as infatuated pursuit of her secret and unsavoury idiosyncrasies
Hidden deep in darkness from the world
Well respected professional by day, by night she entered the realms of cerebral madness
Occupied by her multiple shadowland personalities and their demonic cousins
She chuckled while brightly coloured Peruvian worry dolls lay smouldering in a saucer
Each one representing indiscretions past present and future
She glimpsed her reflection in the mirror
Then hideously laughing at what was once beautiful, drifts towards the door

You got it baby
Uh!
Come on come on, yeh
Oh!
Oooo Oooo!

This then younger girl wept as the dawn broke, head down in despair of her crumbling life
He had said never to ring but she rang him nonetheless and SHE answered
She felt another kick in her stomach, storms were back

The newly dug grave was opened
And the smell of fresh earth mixed with detritus wafted over the small group gathered around
The son now pays respects and vows revenge
The father, moments away, stumbles, staggers back and falls
Gazing at the black patterned sky and steely eyes glazed over then dust forming
Tormented finally acknowledging the horrors soon to befall

You got it baby
Uh!
Come on come on, yeh
Oh!
Oooo Oooo!

Flitting down the cold dark street leaning into the driving gale
Of horizontal rain that stung the face like a thousand pins
The following footsteps ever nearer as in the doorways
The shadows had shadows and their shadows had shadows
And the blackness of the night was his terrors of childhood come to pass
He reaches for the knocker door.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

You said you would leave her, you promised she snarled.
Then she chops him up into little pieces humming merrily.
The storm worsens, rain washes the blood from the slabs,
I feel two paralysing pincer like hands holding me from behind like a vice she turns toward me, eyes blazing
Knife drawn, she hurtles towards me, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
Oh, what a terrible dream!

Written by:
Martin Stewart

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