I have seen the world through restless minds and souls that walk the line. A dark release of shadows of the night and the echo of ticking time. The tapping of the steps I take and the space between the heels, the empty steps to the gate of thy self and how you truly feel.

My heart is not so shallow as to let you walk on in. My darkness will protect me, as it seals me within. I can hear you whisper, my name I will ignore. My heart is busy writing, behind these locked doors.