The emotional doorway
And the rusting,creaking hinges it effects
That to my empty walless
Soul it connects.
The threshold is cracking
And is bleeding out to the dark below
My foundation is unstable and lacking
I don't know how much longer until it goes.
The doorknob is useless
And the keyhole is mishaped and rusted
So don't leave the key
Nobody in my mind can be trusted,
Not even me.

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