Locked behind a black door,
Never able to reach the beautiful end.
Driping in fear and deception,
It welcomes and binds all who wish to be dead.
The black paint etched with desire,
Reaches out and intwinds in my mind.
Waiting for me to follow it into gloom,
Haunting me, in the shadows where i hide.
the golden handle, mirrored in fate,
Sings a lulaby in my un tame pain.
Crying for recollection of needed dreams,
Fear and rejection decide to have their say.
The key promising and yet spitefull,
Binds itself into all my lies.
One step closer..birings more darkness,
Smiling...the fantsy all but dies......