Please, Break This Door
Single, stained, steel wall,
It holds me here,
Alone.
Only time seems to crawl,
As the air itself has died.
There is a knock at the door, I will not answer. Alone, Red seeping into the floor, I silently long to be free.
The door shakes, I cannot answer. Alone, My heart aches, To be free of this cage.
I hear it now, The footsteps, the voice. "Alone", It whispers, mouth against my brow, "That is how it always will be".
Someone stands over me, the door wide open. I cannot do this, Alone. Though the door they have broken, I now might be free.
The world starts to fade, But I know now I am not Alone. The mind I thought was made, Seems to shatter.
"Please don’t leave me, I can't live without you, Alone." Their words set broken hope free, But the scythe had claimed my soul
There is a knock at the door, I will not answer. Alone, Red seeping into the floor, I silently long to be free.
The door shakes, I cannot answer. Alone, My heart aches, To be free of this cage.
I hear it now, The footsteps, the voice. "Alone", It whispers, mouth against my brow, "That is how it always will be".
Someone stands over me, the door wide open. I cannot do this, Alone. Though the door they have broken, I now might be free.
The world starts to fade, But I know now I am not Alone. The mind I thought was made, Seems to shatter.
"Please don’t leave me, I can't live without you, Alone." Their words set broken hope free, But the scythe had claimed my soul
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