the hollow of an empty key hole
like reflections of my heart
steals the moon from ebony skies
the loathing silhouette
inane guesses
and inscrutable mysteries
reduces fire to ore
can we put an end to this otiosity
will you be the key?
to find out whats beneath the magical door?
or are you just another more
tell me.
tell me.
i can wait no more!

spent 4 hours on this one. I don't expect you to fully understand it. writing stuff like this is a good way to past time when it slows to a crawl especially on emo days like today.