Behind these doors, the things that are valued

As the norm would cause the most open minds to close

The locks that hold these patrons inside

Would make most bank vaults jealous and look old

And once it shuts and your world goes black

Even when your eyes are wide open, they're closed

Sealed from truth and the ability

To find the bottom of it. I'm not gonna lie and say

I haven't been inside, but miraculously my soul hasn't rotted from it

I personally am attracted to the bright colorless

Being that is its pull. Singing songs to my

Ears like sirens pulling wool over the parts that I need to see

I know the heat, the pain, I can feel it inside me

But its sharpness makes me numb, and my memory releases

The immediate danger status I tag so lovingly to the knob

The door pushes open so easily, I note how well greased its hinges are

The smooth sanded finish not repelling, but inviting me

Saying my name and appealing to my selfish inner greed as my fingers go

Running across the plain. Like a kid in a candy store or

A bull in a china cabinet, to be more accurate to the

Situation's name as I explore

I notice the deep impressions curved by a skilled craftsman

Pointing its bony finger in my direction. But finally

Just as quietly as it runs vertically across my lips oh so silently

It shows me how to always answer with a smile and a "Yes Sir"

That's the mesmerizing effect it has as I memorize

The bold faced letter "S" word

Behind these doors, the things that are valued

As the norm would cause the most open minds to close

The locks that hold these patrons inside

Would make most bank vaults jealous and look old

And once it shuts and your world goes black

Even when your eyes are wide open, they're closed

My eyes go to tearing up, but really

They're just irritated, and not

Because my emotions can't handle all the situations

My body puts them in

Faded memories, which just last week, I vowed to

Never forget haunt me. Daunting and floating near my head

Whispering how much I'll regret not remembering

The open doors that I've lead myself to believe that I open

Slam shut in my face and I walk away red eyed and cry hoping

I know it's the "I" that keeps me here

The lust of the eyes and the pride of looking at life through a mirror

And not acknowledging fear as a real emotion to be respected

I minimize, I ostracize, and I try and do it all for me;

I point to the sky with one finger all the while consciously

Knowing I have three fingers pointing right back at me

Behind these doors I know I'll get all the recognition I need

To feed my chubby ego and mind

But it's the lies I'm blind to, and I find myself always

Rubbing my eyes. And still I focus hovering at the ominous

Slender, sans serif letter "I"

Behind these doors, the things that are valued

As the norm would cause the most open minds to close

The locks that hold these patrons inside

Would make most bank vaults jealous and look old

And once it shuts and your world goes black

Even when your eyes are wide open, they're closed

Towards the end, I can see it now

And I smile sheepishly but knowing I'm exhausted

I sit near the entrance warning the weak and curious

Displaying my scars and downplaying my accomplishments

This type of canter no longer hurts my feelings

For I've been behind all the doors I care to open

I've been promised it all and given gold plated sand

I sit with knives in my back looking at the smiles of those

Who hold them

Sometimes I beat myself's brain for ever

Listening to what's behind the door

I was so interested, couldn't be stopped

And it just wouldn't be ignored, but now I pay expenses

My poor frame can never afford, in this lifetime or another

I guess the joke and the blame's on me as I scowl

Wishing I had real friends

It's my own fault though

I saw the "S" worshipped the "I" and now it's time for my "eNd"

Behind these doors, the things that are valued

As the norm would cause the most open minds to close

The locks that hold these patrons inside

Would make most bank vaults jealous and look old

And once it shuts and your world goes black

Even when your eyes are wide open, they're closed