The Door

The hallway is black

And I can’t see what is ahead

Except for the door

That hangs barely open

As if it was its way

Of greeting people

With open arms

Leaving me with the question

Of whether or not I should

Go through this portal

Or if I should instead

Stay here were I am currently

Which is in the darkness

Full of nothing but self hate.

So I step forward

Becoming bolder lately

With each step towards

Independence from my own mind

Freeing myself from my own tyranny

And I turn the doorknob

And step through into the light.

That is the last thing I can see

My sight cannot handle

This blinding light

And so I go blind

All I can take in is the sound

It was indescribable,

But I shall make a sad attempt

At retelling this experience:

It started off slow

Almost still like

The stillness droned on

Softly at first,

But grew in loudness

As time passed

Soon enough it was blearing

To the point were my ears

Were bursting in pain

The blood coming forth

From within my skull

My skull cracking in half

The sound pounding into it

Like that of a hammer

Trying to pry my head open

To see what was inside

Until I break

And fall under the preasure.

And I am gone

Into this blinding light

This story coming from before

As these visions flash

Before my eyes

As I look at this door

That I shouldn’t go through

Knowing what it would result in

But I think I shall

Walk on over to this door

And to go into the light

Since that is better then where I am at

For I live in a wasted life

Suffering alone

Here in the darkness.