I forged a door of shattered smiles My fingers pierced by splinters of love past Where there's a door there must be a key That lets me creep outside these clouds at last
I am the skin, I am the scar The fleshy tapestry draped upon the walls Of my dreams, a sphere of stitches Barely containing all the storms I bear within
I hold my breath, plunge into my dreams A faceless figure sandblasted with rust Here I'm unborn, here I am safe Yet to be made a lump of tears and dust
A thread of metal in my hand So strangely warm, caught in a grip so cold Is this salvation? Is this the long awaited end Of all my torments? Is this a key that I hold?
I stormed outside my hungry eyes Were opened wider than a gashing wound And I was blinded yet not by light But by a shroud of darkness misery and gloom