Skeleton Key

Fans blow air onto
silent faces
Chilling the tears leaving
salty traces
White noise fueling
trippy images
With black hole suns
and smiling faces

Reoccurring events that
refuse to die
Nights uneased by
a lullaby
Skeletons which locked
themselves in my closet
Beat upon the door when
they very well can open it

Losing a mind that is
questionable ever existed
Holding onto a burning stove when
I never should've touched it
Tracing over words written
in the heat of a moment
That my dear friends in my closet
love to mimic

Losing people who are
standing in front of me
From hearing whispers of a past
and I can't stop listening
Every escape route is shut and locked
keeping me from being free
While my friends in my closet
hold the key