The door's closed

[white camellia]

The door locked from inside
I'm so close to it
Reclining on the back
To the bottomless coffin

Daylight is gone
Flowers black and white
Smelling monotonous
Tarns faint countenance expressionless
Mountains collapsing
Broken Broken
Nests
Trees'
Root lost

The door's closed
Lockless
Standing nearest
Still perron
I
Cannot
Cross

"Stop it Tonto Nobody's there"

"Useless"

Her eyes shaded
shadowless
She's been there
Pre-life
To the imminent death,
After the posthumous"

The door's locked
To her centuries'
Guess