Deadbolt

Behind your deadbolt, buffered from your fears all insulated in a tidy shell, you dwell too carefully and tread so lightly; are you really here?
I smeared some ugly paint on perfect walls, I crossed a line drawn carefully by fine upbringing, wringing palms of all I learned.
You try to lure, entice,  but lies just ricochet back to the subtle damage you call life with edges smoothed and wrinkles pressed.  Spackle in the cracks from poor foundation; slap another coat on.
When last did you go inside your shell, reveal your hell, enjoy the smell of imperfection--free selective truths that tend to keep your human flaws from seeping through your one-time new construction,  finely tuned sublime corruption, masked by faith in God's abduction?
Dodge the crumbling bricks,  seal yourself inside  your tomb-your womb of self-destruction.  Live in ruins-unbreakable debris.  Hold on, security lives just beyond your deadbolt.   You'll be safe behind your deadbolt.   Stay behind your deadbolt.

Gospel funk soul, blues, blues rock