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Demon at My Door
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Clayton Jennings
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Demon at my door demon at my door I slide back the curtain just to be sure Ice on the window now I'm certain it's her, or him Whichever body it's currently in Everybody listening's currently tense Riptides regardless of the currents we're in Suicide in homes behind a white picket fence But outside the inner city sinister sinning doesn't exist Suburban America's somehow convinced But there's more demons in the hills than any skid row tent But we can all get along, we can all coexist It's all just a lie and we know that it is They quarantined the poor before Covid-19 ever did Pandemic or plannedemic, it no longer makes sense Unless it helps you make cents Then to you it makes sense Make sense? To a few and their friends To them we're just numbers Until numbers turn hunters And then the wicked turn prey Took a worldwide pandemic to get God's people to pray And half of those people still aren't awake No rippes no waves they're still not a wake You'll never plan for a tsunami if your brain is a lake Blue, no need for you to tell me which pill you would take But I popped red when reading Red Letters I dropped dead alone in the desert Sins like the sands too many to measure You'll never know how much you hate yourself until you're finally treasured I buried past pain I can cry when I'm better But I don't know if I can take much more Demon at my door demon at my door D Men bring death that's why the D comes before Death Men is secretly what demon stands for But you're numb to it like "molly" on the dance floor Every weekend Molly can soar can soar can soar Cancer? That's the doctors answer? Demon at your door man you never should of answered Codeine for cancer Are you stupid? Or was he that cunning? A demon will feed you forever and you'll still feel hungry Demon at my door they dislike me the most I never knew things got cold when the devil gets close You'd be surprised how quickly a demon will use a human for a host The show goes on and so do the ghosts They hover above us like Macy Day Floats A Hummer heads for Macey as she plays in the snow Daydreaming driver, where did he go? Distracted by demons possessed by a ghost Quick look away, too hard to see Black eyes hit black ice, too hard to see Grace is the old lady two doors over and across the street She keeps to herself, seventy-something and super discreet But suddenly won't stop telling the neighbors she saw a child get lifted ten feet Just as an SUV sped underneath Grace is a widow she struggles with grief "It's dementia people, it's obvious to see." "And you think it's safe to have her driving our street?" "She's losing it, we've all noticed, I know it's not just me." Suddenly it's grab the pitchforks and light a torch Rumors spread like a Paperboy porch to porch Judged by her neighbors, I guess that's why some streets are called courts Grace ends up admitted without ever admitting she never saw what she said Macey asks why the neighbor lady is strapped to a bed "Because she's possessed" thinks Macey's mom in the back of her head Because she's sick she says instead Mom walks away and Macey just watches Perfect picture of truth taken hostage Red pill means bondage Well fed people still starving for knowledge We've all experienced the unknown if we're honest It's people's unknown response to what we know that keeps us quiet PC pills they want us all on their diet Ten twice a day or twice more to keep quiet Stopped taking mine, revved for a riot They can't sell you lies if you no longer buy it Mention spirituality and everyone's into it Mention the Holy Spirit and some people now hesitant Why are you looking at me like that? We're relatives I guess everything's relative I'm a furnace sometimes, installed to vent Don't count on people to call you unless it's a call for rent Feeling irrelevant breeds feeling irreverent I spent family outings pointing out elephants Safari me turned sorry me "Clayton you can't call out the friction in the air what's wrong with you?" "Something missing up there?" Yeah, a filter Words just for filler Two birds still a killer Hate rats sorry Willard But hate "Willards" worse Never trust a "Willard's" words Rodents for friends only makes it worse I'm trying to tell you something but can't say it with words I keep coming back to poetry because it helps when I hurt This world entertains us while taking our worth Been a skeptic since birth If I can't see it I don't accept that it works So how is it I've never seen God but still get wrecked by His words? Living water in barrels blessed as I surf But troubles come back thanks to the curse Depression pulls my head out of the clouds, I fall back to earth From a nobody to a somebody and then back to the dirt More people have bios about exploring the world than exploring the Word That probably sounds crazy to most Ghosts go ghost with no shadows like most Temperature plummets, time for my coat Anxiety sets in when he comes for my throat My life is a castle poems are the moat A thousand feet deep with all the poems that I wrote And there's no getting inside, not by plane not by boat A recluse with big channels should change my name to Remote It's fitting for both Always been a misfit, I'm a flower black rose Never was a dimwit, I'm a fire that grows I'm not the same and it shows "He sane?" "Not even close" "Hussein? He bought a rope" "Who's saying that he won't?" People play Hangman on more than just paper Had a classmate tell me that her dad had raped her Oh what I wish I would have said Where is she now, alive is she dead? Missed opportunity to show support through community It's weird being the helper when I don't know who to be We're not the same, you and me But we're the same when we bleed Same color red, same organs, same need People don't even look at each other as they pass on the streets Women wear foundation not knowing a foundation is what they need You don't need makeup to like what you see I don't make up words to write and then read I'll wake up write and then bleed Black heart black ink I'd rather spill it on paper than pour it in the sink I'd rather spill it to my wife than talk it out with a shrink I ran away from God figured it was over, cut, end of scene But I reached the beginning of God when I woke up at the end of me Took 32 years before I started to see That the problem wasn't other people, the problem was me I speak out confidently but there's no confidence in me Caught inside my insecurities constantly I think security's on to me Cuffed to their company Rushed to their comforting Disgust when they're mumbling Gossip isn't tea it's hemlock for the tongue Too many sips and forget ya you're done Hard to learn to like me Had to learn to like me Pushing the pen lets the pain out of me You might be just like me In fact I know that you are because I read it when you write me Stuck inside somebody else Secretly a cutter but too afraid to tell Mind in the gutter are you going to hell? Tossed into depression swept in the swells Does that ring a bell? I did it "My Way" is the lead single in hell Selfish mentality yea I know it well Never swayed by a salary, man I'm not for sale A lot of people left me when I wasn't well Oh well But God never left me like the woman at the well I got another secret if you promise not to tell I'm loud in my poetry but live alone in a cell But I get wings when I think of Belle I guess angels do get wings with the ring of a bell I'm rarely in the present, never been good at that So I dwell in the past and get trapped before snatched Spirits are like a virus, they easily attach Go away Corona and never come back Pop a Corona and let the spirits attack Why do they call drinks "spirits" ever think of that? One's not enough so you toss another one back I judge not, I know the power of black Find ways to get numb and never come back So dumb looking back So numb just relaxed I was undone I collapsed You'll die by people's boos if you live for their claps Others die by people's booze, driving while smashed Couldn't stay home, you couldn't just crash Had to spend cash get smashed whiplash while it whips past People brag about cars like whips last Not half as long as cuts do That's why it's hard for me to trust you Need an escape? Do you cut too? I've been in the ruts too Called a lot of names, labeled a nut too "Aaaaaaa-chooooo" Sorry I'm allergic to you The doc said I could die if I eat a cashew Get it? That's you Get a cashyou as a tattoo Because dollars are the only thing that defines you You found a way to get funds but did you find a way to find you? Do bright lights entice you? Why try to get on broadway when you were born on it? It's moronic More vodka and tonic Feeling euphoric when you're on it But are you on it? Or is it in you? Not judging whatever you're into Wasn't there to see whatever you've been through I keep it hush if I've never walked in your shoes But let's talk about the booze and your blues I just want to help you, honest Look at me, there's a future beyond this This is crucial no nonsense Is that voice saying "Stop" really your conscience? It's a voice of truth and it's constant I lose sleep making content Followed by people on every continent but still not content This world doesn't satisfy when you're a God sent Was marked by ashes way before Lent Black pile of ashes is all I was in But out flew this Phoenix no longer a slave to my sin This is what God made me for I'm awake now, was asleep before Toss me a shield, hand me a sword I'm too blessed to be bored Downtime is UPtime when you talk to the Lord I found time to cut line and somehow move forward Told you I'm a cutter, left the broadway for the Door I found it on the narrow path Red "See" Letters, Pharaoh's trap God turned gossip into the Gospel as a matter of fact So to whoever you are, wherever you're at Ten toes to the ground, tell the devil get back I'd spit in his face as a matter of fact Rifle with a Rose for a tat Bullet for a demon send the ghost back to black Demon at my door, hurry up and get back Come for my family get a brick to the back Not talking foul shots by Shaq More like loud shots, Iraq Bricks and bullets for demons as rats The devil makes plans my God just laughs He has an army of angels all over the map Like a runner turned teacher, they're all keeping track But this isn't about Gym, unless Jim is your name Wordplay is fun until people think the Word is a game Let me put three words in your brain Jesus is alive You'll meet Him when you die Face to face eye to eye Two runways and two flights One to Paradise and one to parasites It leaves me paralyzed So little time, so many lives We're taught we rot when we die But there'll be no Clayton in some future coffin of mine I'll be fine Lucifer or the Lord? You decide
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