Still


Doors are all that I can push
To rid my world of knives and scars
But they have carved my eyes for years
And years are what I’ve lost to age

My age of greed
It filled my mind
With all its tales
Of vanity

If I can’t push
This door to move
And I can’t push
That door to move

The doors will shred my years to come
But I will leave no trail of age
When flesh is born to meet its end
And soul is left to float so still.

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