Behind Closed Doors

Fractured and frail the course of your virtue's faltering

Among the decayed the spurt of injustice will teach all your fear to behave

I am the nail

The thorn in your side, I'm calling back to you

I am the blame

The torture and shame lurking behind closed doors

I see the rejection slowly taking control

As defenses crumble to sustain the guilt alone

Abased to a tool redefined, the action of breathing a torment

Malicious and vile, unknown to yourself, tearing your structure apart

I am the nail

The thorn in your side, I'm calling back to you

I am the blame

The torture and shame lurking behind closed doors

I've tried to conceal

From the murmuring abyss

But the guidance I yearn to behold

Slowly fades beyond my grasp

Come forth, don't hold back a thing, cause I won't fall

And you shall be the one to wear the scars

Leeches feeding on my wounds, till I am sore

For all the seasons spent in anger shall remain

I am the nail

The thorn in your side, I'm calling back to you

I am the blame

The torture and shame lurking behind closed doors