I hear you, knocking on my door
...
But I don't want you to see the ****** mess on the floor


I hear you knocking, again, on my door
...
But I don't want to expose my black stained face anymore


I hear you pounding on my door
...
But I don't want to release this ink dipped demon's core


I hear you screaming through the door
...
But I don't want you to help heal these cuts, stabs, and sores


I now hear you pleading and crying on the other side of the door
...
But I don't want you to feel the trembling insecurity of this gore

I can feel your body trying to break down my door
...
But I still refuse to open it... For my emotions have become a storm


The wood is giving in, you are destroying my door
...
But I don't want you to feel the frostbiting coverage I've worn


The light has broken in, and there I am staring at you... there's no more door
...
My scars, wounds, monsters, demons, past, sins rages out like a roar


"I didn't want you to see me..." I cried "I locked it to protect you... That's why there was a door..."
...
Shaking your head you kneel down and hug me, ignoring the dead corps


"Then how am I to protect, help, and guide if we are separate by a door?"
...
"I am here, and I will do what I can to make you darker no more..."


...I didn't want you to see me...
but I needed to see you...