02/09/2010

Faulty Openings

Beneath the glimmering sky
Psychobabble evaporates,
On diseased lips. Inside decayed skulls.

Clasping torn pieces of responsibility.
Who had forgotten to lock the doors?

Chuckling at their false accusations
Discretely shuffling lies at your feet,
Into the mouths of the Devils

Apologising to the children caught in the crossfire,
Secretly hoping their skins would grow out of those scars

With your back pressed against the door,
Keys had always been just as unnecessary as visitors.