Look

Through my smudged and smeared window

Walk

Through my locked and barricaded door

See

Through the empty soul

That haunts my mind

Find

The key

And open the door,

Walk into my life,

Walk into my room,

Watch as I stare through smudged glass of the single window

With my back turned

Make me spin

For now

I am with you

And the door,

The door

Is unlocked

The window

That ever so dirty and disgusting window

Is clean enough to see through

My life

Seems to make

Some sort of

Crazy

Psychotic sense

A crazy psychotic sense of security

Yet

Not