Behind Closed Doors

Heart of Gold, calming tides holding on, hands intertwined. The ironman so bold, so brave. An injured deer step forth to save. No echoing groans. No sorrowing pleas. Hard to see what lies beneath. There are storms and guilt, rejection, betrayal gnawing and snapping at his core. But doesn't let a single salty drip ever hit the floor. This is where he hides, Behind Closed Doors.