Why is it that
When I warp myself
Inside the mazes of my mind,
You always find me?
Does it ever occur to you,
That I may not want to be found?
That I hide myself even from myself

I've woven intricate secrets
Whose pain resides
In forbidden territories of the heart
Into mental games of challenge
Relocated to the chambers that fashion
That recreate my pose, my smile
To perfected images for you
Especially for you

For you, I've worked extra hard
I've sweat the labour,
At every cost, to move the pain
From where I knew, you'd surely find it first
From a place where love resides
And love is fetched
To lay it concealed
Under rosey-black cheeks
And grins ear-wide

Why do you dig and dig
And dig and dig and dig and dig
Until I reveal
Even then, don't you know
My tongue is s[ewn] to oath
To twist the tale to suit a gentle ear
And not leave it scarred

Do you want to see my darkness
Do you?
The clots of blood stopped with a hot iron
Or the splinters of memory
That sharply surface when I'm asleep
Or alone awake
The pointy little seconds of memory
That cut aware
And leave an hour's nightmares
Of remembrance

I'm not that brave
I don't know how you are

At times in solitude
I come apart
Completely apart
The little pieces, they lay before me
All puzzled-riddled
"I slipped on the milk
And spilt the rain-water
Or was it that I cut the blood
And my razor hurts"?
You see, these pasts
They haunt in no particular logical order

I'm not going in there
Why are you?
You make it tempting
To throw these pieces at you
And let you take parenthood of them
When I find you waiting outside the door
That leads to me

I'd much rather wrap the broken bits
And not attempt to piece them together
If they hurt so much as scattered as they are
How much more will they
When the big picture forms

Tell me you'll be there
Tell me you'll be there
When my demons leave the closet
And come after me
Or maybe tell me I'll be there
Yes, tell me I'll be there
And you, right by me
At the door that leads to me