Behind the Closet Door

Pop spin, Colors of white, green red and purple

Gulp, slurp

A vanishing act, the colors are gone

Silence falls upon the room.

Dear Friends and Family echo’s

Darken Sky ensue

A chill rushes over a small town

A mans closet for storing his clothes was this young girls coffin

Queer youth fight the closing doors 

Some grab an axe and others a bottle

Within this closet there is no light, only hands and voices

Some sweet that say we love you

Others shout that you’re an abomination to the world

Some hands are warm and help them up other try to push them down.

Some make it out of the closet and some use it as their headstone

Gulp, slurp

Boom, crash