Crystal Door

I like it

Writing on the crystal door

Storage filled up head to toe, roof to floor

Chords ringing and dimming and shining while also singing

Though I may be down right sinning

Through these letters forming the sounds

These words possibly might show no bounds

Found though maybe never to be

Though freedom in hell is all I can see

Blinded though by that crystal door

Yet at my core I shall never be a w***e

So sue me if you even dare to try 

For a lie shall never be my catcher in the rye

Author's Note

I don't care