DESCRIPTION:
Inspired by big sykes short verse about phoneys coming through the door. I decided to take the theme and make my own poem.


i opened the door for friends to come in
but when i wasnt looking fake friends rushed in

closed the door and locked it thinking that would stop it
but more phonies got a skeleton key and unlocked it

i dead bolted the door im through with friends, no more of them
but friends of friends pulled out a lockpick and still broke in

the doors taken some damage like my heart but its still fortified
how much will it last with it taking damage like the blast of a .45

the hinges are getting loose and a few screws bounced into the vent
the door frame is now caving in on the top and the sides are becoming bent

ive had this door for years and it really needs to be replaced
but i know when i take it down youll never again see my face

but we got to take risks so i took the door down and accidently exposed my wrists
another fake friend took advantage of this when they were within slicing distances

fell on the floor with the broken door laying shatterd on my chest
more friends stepped down on it, coming thru the entrance, and i felt the nails stick in my flesh


the door was the shield that was protecting my heart
and now that its gone so is the blood that pumped it to start

the doors now broken and so is my heart and soul
evaporate in the air throw dirt in the cemetary hole

i finally got a new door but you got to go 6 feet to see it
i only see it from the inside so its different how you see it

that door didnt last long because after a funeral song it dissapeared
just like a vampires reflection when he stares into a mirror

my new door wont let those vampires suck the blood out of me
cuz i see heavens door now standing 100 feet in front of me

thats my poem called the door, the door thats the death of me
my names confuzion and my words are the only thing left of me

if the door to your heart has been broken into in your life
put a picture of a door as your facebook display picture tonight

copy and paste this poem and make it a highlight
to show the world your sick and tired of the continuous guy and girl fights

apologise to anyone you got problems with
and if nothing changes you can say hey at least i tried to change this bullshit

everything else is out of your control and theres nothing else you can do with it

(if you dont understand the meaning, the door is the shield around your heart that people constantly try to break through and break down and the more you open it the more your heart gets robbed)