A door groans shut on rusted hinges
Loved ones have passed, they\'re gone
But when a door\'s closed
You open it
There\'s just one problem
The key
is a kitchen knife, smuggled pills, a long fall
So now I enter my house with a blade
Leaping I leave it
I lock it, downing a glass of water
Together I linked us
So I wouldn\'t lose them
But now they\'re shackles
My dead weight
They\'re carried in my thoughts
Sugar sweet voices I don\'t want to hear
Are flittering like dark hummingbirds in my head
Devouring me with hungry smiles from the inside