Lock and key

I am the steel plated locked door

You are the intricate key

Countless sets of clumsy hands have fumbled to pick the lock

Each one eventually chucking their chosen weapon to the concrete by my feet

Exasperated in their defeat

Longing to feel draped in all that lies in the unknown

Broken down to dust as they realise the end destination for our collision

Was inevitably a lone ticket home

I barely feel the struggle against my palm

As yet another attempts to push past arms length

Just another featureless face trying in vain

To smash my stone walls

It’s almost comical;

that they truly believe their glass hammers hold hope

I see their souls through their eyes

I see their demons dance

Lurking in the shadows of their words

They hold their hands on the holy book and

swear me only truths

Then comes the sadistic glint switch in the

depths of their minds

Confirming that swear of truth

Was the first lie

Generic, predictable lies that feed my pit of

detachment and despise

Like a pack of ravenous lions

Sugar dipped promises act as a fully

primed fishing line

Time spent is nothing but sitting back on deck and setting up camp

Waiting for the days big catch

My third eye is their worst nightmare

And my, heaven sent saviour

My third eye is the lock

Your purity is the key

You are my living proof that genuine love and intent

Isn’t just a fallen leaf

That tree still breathes beauty

Even if it’s never you and me

I thank you for that grace, truly.