Inside A Vaulted Soul

I wake up in the middle of the night hearing my name being called...
....practically being chanted

so I approach the front door and swing it open...just an inch.
because... You know...I'm scared of the dark...

but I realize I see a dark ghost

a phantom of some sort

not with legs, but with wings.

a fallen angel that once knew the song of my heart
I guess.. instead of song, it was more like a key

a key

to my heart.

ask yourself one question.              why would I need a key to my heart.

      I locked it up long ago so that I could entrust you with a key.
but when you died, you took it with you

and we all need to realize how hard it is to break inside a vaulted soul.

in this case

it was impossible

and I guess that's why I am all alone.

because people take one look at the safe around my heart and tell themselves
that they cant break that.
its too hard.

and far across the distance, all the way from heaven. you held it in your hand.

and you jumped down from heaven,
knowing you couldn't go back

and so last night, you decided to bring me my key

and then disappear from me forever again.


now what?

do I finally get to open this vault, this safe, this prison.

just so I can see my heart in person,
so that I don't have dream about it anymore

why on earth would I not want to dream about my heart
and so that is why I locked the vault

and threw away the key

or at least..i hid it

because then if you really wanted to know more about me, you would have to search for it before you could really listen to beat of my heart, to the symphony played by my soul.

don't get offended

but that beat wasn't meant for you

its for me

so I can live
and someday, when you find yourself in a quiet room.

you can listen to the symphony played by a bleeding heart.

but this time.

maybe we can synchronize the pounding melody.
to the beat of our hearts