I'd rather be beaten
With Sticks and Stones
Than have to hear
The Words you've hurled
At me.
They stick to my skin -
Skin covered in sin -
Slimy with blood from all the battles
I did not win.

From now on, no-one gets in.
If you want permission to enter,
You'll have to find the key -
I threw it to the wind -
Wind howling in the light so dim.