Cellar Door

The most beautiful thing in life is the cellar door.

with an appearance rough and gray, behind it, so much more.

The cellar door is the most beautiful thing.

misjudged of the story it tends to bring.

Bolts of sealants hold it shut.

Reality, through the door, tends to cut.

Repelling all who wonder.

Denying all who feel the need to ponder.

Revealing only evil to ones eyes.

But cautiously, this is merely a disguise.

What lingers behind this door,

Is far beyond great,

We would only suffer more.

For peace and truth sits and waits for their call.

If this was released we'd see all of our doings and simply wonder

"What for?"

Without the doings of this living life,

And the cruelty we've brought,

We wouldn't survive with so much good,

you say you want the greatness,

But I'm sure of THIS you haven't thought.

The cellar door remains silent through the night.

Holding hostage the one thing we thought was right.

The most beautiful thing is the cellar door.

But keep asking yourself "what for?"....

It is strong but weak.

It is rough but kinder.

It is poison, it is meek.

It is cure, it is hinder.

These bolts of sealants are our very hands.

The gray cement is the reality of

"no one understands".

Life is beautiful, no?

Without disgrace beauty does not exist.

So, of all things to come

The cellar door's beauty is the one.

The cellar door reveals our lives,

And life, is the one thing no one survives.

Author's Note

[ WE block out the beauty.
WE take away the wonder.
WE hold shut the door to a new.
WE
ARE
AFRAID... ]