Closing door

Closing the door would mean I'm letting go of what you've never claimed to hold,

my hands left empty, heart wide open, standing in the cold

That warmth that died when the carriage overrun , in days of loneliness beneath the sun,
in lonsome midnight tears

The ashes of a relationship turned to dust, the screen or mirror smeared, as the steam wears away that forever heart

In torment I sat in late hours bleeding words like a wounded warrior with needless arms, in the discomfort of another dream Rushing to end

And in my continuous journey to completion find a fist fill of glass eyes waiting to see, the tragedy I won't release

For a burden lays upon the doorstep we have unfolded like blanks of the past

And in your presence I weave the holes, all torn a blast

As if to have your aimming suited to my misery, A simple smile wiped out like the sea, and the tides are never even

Nor halfway held against your chest, where nothing beats for me anymore But found some lonely Broadway whore to dance those dasies in half sun

While I shattered for everyone,

those who watched with glass and eye The places kept of you and I

But closing the door would come to end, all the damage in the end,

where I had placed you like a king, a former prince, some knight of nights

And you bought darkness, all things dim, haven broken all the lights

So slam, if you will , you must , that door that's quarter way past none,

and wave as if by fate is done

That sorrow unperturbed in you, doesn't seem to be of new, but something that may come and go Within a tear to see or show

No sentiment in all you hold The ways of new or long lost old, what's done and broken can't be mended,

nor the ways that you pretended
To love beyond the grievous harm, and lose such love that lucky charm

In fractions of a twisted lie , Where once you loved me true to die.