There is a door in each mind
Where things will hide
Beneath every corner and shadow
To protect itself the room fills with toxins

So to protect the human outside this mind
a fictitious character is made
The only thing that can be grasped
is the heart no longer the mind.

Only if she would allow one to understand
Read her schematics, and try to make sense.
That behind those shattered eyes
is a view of the world falling around her.

The scattered pieces tear any man apart
Breathing in the toxic air one can wish
to be unbreakable
to hold her pains inside themselves.

That door in her mind
has never been entered
With a trefoil hanging from the door
as a warning to never enter.

No one will ever return
when that door shuts
Know that the shadows
allow no life inside.