Open Doors

Rapture is capture my dear
I am sorry if my doubt appears
right next to my own peers
I’ll break free of my own fears.

I know the grass is burnt down
where my grief it can be found
where there is no sound
I will stand firm on this ground.

I’ve got things I must do before
I can be there for you some more.
I believe the seethe I breathe for
my dead end street find open doors.

My love lets fly the atmosphere
it seems I am near the fear I rear.
I am appalled that here I appear
like the brittle hurt I keep pierced.

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