beyond your beauty, that is plain to see
behind those eyes I thought ‘there is a light,
something for me’
I broke in, tore the place apart
for certain in here, this room
I’d find the key.
I tore the place to pieces before
I burnt it all down
set fire to all I knew
but no, never, was any key ever found.
and the ashes covered your basement floor
beneath the embers, across your sea
at once in plain sight a silver door I did see
but again nothing, was not what i thought to be
a second attempt to force myself in
but the door’s shackle, it did not budge nor bend
i sat in your basement where few had ever been
and my fatal flaw revealed to me
that I was now locked in.
– Posthumous Ink
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