Leaning against the metal cold door
Nailed shut
Bang, bang
In it goes
Each entry cracks the heart
Heals the
soul
Making the feet grow
Cold
Here I am
In front of the
Entrance
That used to make up my
Existence
No Turing back
Doorknob is
Useless
Loving you was meaningfully
Fruitless
No knocking on the other end
All is quiet
Finally Time to mend
Against
The door nailed shut
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 2:51 AM UTC
Leaning against the metal cold door
Nailed shut
Bang, bang
In it goes
Each entry cracks the heart
Heals the
soul
Making the feet grow
Cold
Here I am
In front of the
Entrance
That used to make up my
Existence
No Turing back
Doorknob is
Useless
Loving you was meaningfully
Fruitless
No knocking on the other end
All is quiet
Finally Time to mend
Against
The door nailed shut
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