I've got this house
inside of me ---
a metaphored reality.
But I'm an open door,
so pardon me
if all I'm asking for's
the simile
of if I'm the door
then you're the key.
This heartbeat inside of me
pounds and pounds from deep inside
til my soul's the hole
that hides my pride.
You know I've cried,
but 'seed's need rain'
is what I've told myself
once again.
And you know I've lied
when i say that pain's
anything but the worst of things.
You know I've tried
to go insane,
but this mind of mine has clipped my wings.