Closure

I changed the locks on our place .. yesterday I was physically and metaphorically changing the locks in the place I live inside unchaining The hold you had on me Then readjusting my safety So you couldn't roam free Coming and going inside my head protecting the soft spots that are now cemented with the epitaph that read You once had a place inside my head But now you don't have the key because now you are dead take that place You once had inside my head and dig a hole then shovel dirt over it then walk away from that burial plot and breathe a sigh of relief and think to myself now im eternally free because you don't have a key and now you are dead to me (Omg try to write with a new puppy chewing your toes)