Separating my fear
Like water and oil
I'm safe from turmoil
Door made of oak
And I've never been choked
Not by a beast under my bed
Or by the madness in my head
The door is a butler
The hinge would concur
The door is a body guard
Like a castle's courtyard
The door is shut
Impervious to cuts
The door is steal
Cold, is all it feels
It's grey like the wall
Solid and all
Tight like my jacket
So I won't forget
Quiet like the moon
In my padded room
The door keeps me safe
From my own wraiths
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