The Door1 min 236 1 min 236
You go away to the other side
Of the door
Every time that I mess up
But couldn't you be
A little more forgiving
As you have locked the door
Oh so tight
That not even my essence can reach you.
I wish you would leave
A little creak in that damned door
So that you would hear
This lifeless trunk begging for warmth
The sunken eyes asking for pity
And the broken soul asking for mercy.