Banks

December 2015

Banks are supposed to be for things that people fear losing

But you lock your up so tightly that the contents are bruising

Sometimes I try to take a glimpse inside

But the gates drop and darken your eyes

It makes it harder for me to tell

Which part of you is locked up within your cell

I think about giving up my search for a key

Every time your walls reject my company

But I won’t stop believing you are a liar

Because you are held in a blood bank and I am a vampire