whos at the door? is it mecrawling back for morewhile i barely breatheyou speak the word of the swordin a virtuous sheathe, unwrap and adorefact or fictionyou call my name on things worth namingits up to me to show that im worth keepingso is this statement fact or fiction?simply put you are a walking contradictioni can hear the wordsrolling off the back of your toungetomorrow, i’ll know, i only followso is this statement fact or fictioncontradictions are only facts found missingwhos at the door? is it you?are you back for moreor are you just confusedi speak the word of the swordwithout the thought of virtueunwrap and adoreyou didnt even kiss me on the cheekwith your eyes open you said you didnt believejust remember, when you go to bed with your head highwe all fall, we all begin by the crawli’ll be waiting when your heroes dive