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letra de behind these doors - listener

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 kn-b
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 sk!lled 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 l-st 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

- listener

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