A claw mark shredding
The inside of my heart
And feel the dread in
The ways I fall apart

I confine my pain to boxes
And un earthly ordered rows
The way of the locks is
To never open, just to close

I tidy up my thoughts
To prove I am alone
But a demon sits with fiery forks
Rending flesh and scratching bone

The perfect lines of loneli ness
Stress fills up the gaps
I sit in lines of broken ness
And allow my self to fall apart
Between the beating of my heart