Leave you licking wounds
Torn skin from sharpened stones, thrown.
Still you hear their shouts, echoing --
Numbingly in your head
"Kill her! Kill her!"
House and home destroyed, ash.
All that's left is what you've
Stashed away, safely in your heart --
Unreachable skies with all real hope
Unbreachable doors with small looking holes
Through these holes you cautiously observe
Ones who knock and ask to enter
On behalf of love
Planting seeds of the skies in your chest
But you're too scared to let them in
Because it's the wind which quietly carries
The distant cries --
"Kill her! Kill her!"
Through the looking hole you see
The face of the one you loved
Was it ever enough? He doesn't --
Seem to see your door
Anymore.
But then the skies, they shine
A light onto your door.
Where he sees a shrine
Sprinkled with things
That aren't anymore
You hold your breath and watch
Him, walking to your door --
Knock, knock.
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