Behind a closed door, you'll never see

The salty tears that well up inside me

With the radio's volume turned up high

A sweet melody muffles my cry

Worn carpet soaks up my sorrow

And embraces my every woe

Why do they treat me this way?

No one to help me forget the wicked things they say

This toxic air is getting harder to breathe

I just don't know which lies to believe

I don't need them

I have my pen

Tendrils of misery strangle my heart

Pain and hurt thrive in the dark

Plunge a dagger into my skin

Not enough blood; you'd better try again

Kill me softly or kill me fast

Take your time and make it last

Kiss me, lips drenched in lust

Drink me in, if you must

Don a femme fatale guise

Force me to downcast blind eyes

I am helpless; you are so rough

Turn around and call it love.





*This piece Inspired by 'Is this love' by White Snake  -
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