Key and a Lock*

do you need me to go....?

well i never told you that i was going to leave
now you're stuck here face to face with me

tonight is the night that you suffer from all the
time it took me to recover. just a face i thought
i knew that became my new lover.

what have i been trying to accomplish?
things get blurry.

you told me you loved me
you told me you need me
you told me that you would never ever leave me

.. well what happened?

now you're stuck here to face the pain
that i kept locked deep inside my chest
in a box with a lock that only you held
the key to.

but where did it go? it was swallowed when
you took him to the room and you locked the door

now this box is here forever to stay
like you stuck deep in this game
i thought it was only you that could
save me from this pain.
but it was you
who enforced
the remourse
on this recourse
to shape a new key

..then maybe that box could be unlocked.



..well i was wrong.


you told me you loved me
you told me you need me
you told me that you would never ever leave me

now you can just sit back and watch
as i toss every photo that we ever took
into an ever lasting flame that will burn
each and every corner of those false
memories.

do you want me gone?

you're bound to this case
you wanted to fame
you came with a chain and wrapped it around my heart
the continuous tug that constricts my heart a little more
with each and every lie your lips told

well tonight is the night that this chain
breaks and i wont have to worry about unlocking the box
to release the pain that has been stored for decades

... was this not really happening?

or was this a way my mind was trying to help me cope
with the pain.

i still wont have to worry about finding a new key
because i already had it.

i look down only to find a few pills in my hand.

no one was here
no one to shape a new key
no one to even try and break the lock
but more importantly you weren't here.

there is only one way to break that lock
what have i left to hold.

i didnt't leave a note,
the door was unlocked.

Does your skin feel as if it is on fire?
I know mine does.
Can we compare burns, i'd like to share mine with you but can you obligate
my best interest.

Tell me everything, tell me everything you know.

Can we see what we are made of from blank scars? That our arms
are weighted to hold.

Are we made of flesh or bone? Or are we simply made of flint and steel
with a heart cast in tinder. That can be lit so easily with the slightest
emotions of distress.

Tell me your stories, as we compare all our catastrophes.

This one
That one
This time
That time

Tonight we are pushing aside all the stress as the world is ignited
in the ashes of charred coals.
The voice in your head, that you come to for comfort slowly breathing on the open ash
reigniting the pain.

Show me your bruises, hiding on the hardening concrete you call skin.
Everyone holds them, we just don't know how they got them.
we don't know who put them there
or why.

Tell me everything. Tell me everything they know.

Do you feel the burning growing and growing crawling out from underneath your eyes
letting tides of tears flow. They say you will feel better if you take this pill

you think you will be normal if you take this pill.
you think you will be accepted if you take this pill.
you think this pill is an exit.
an exit at 3am in the morning when you found out this pill does nothing
but transcend past your mind, portraying a self fixed image in the mirror.

The door is locked
The ringing wont stop
Screaming, but that whisper that same whisper that told you to do it
is gone.

-Wynterz Phyer