I Rap My Knuckles on a Mahogany Door

Once i wrote words from my heart,.
Now I write them from a different part,.
A darkened crevasse in my mind,.
For all the others were out shined,.
By your glaring impotence of understanding,.
It is the shovel you use to dig a hole where we once standing,.
The future I hoped for is rapidly fading,.
The happiness I believed it would buy is evading,.
Like a lonely inept rat,.
Being devoured by the cheshire cat,.
There is no longer a need for me to cry,.
Keep poking me with your pity stick in my eye,.
I'll save my tears for something worth dying for,.
I'll use them for happiness when someone welcomes me through their gracious mahogany door.,..,