Tim Aeus
09-16-2012, 06:02 PM
The door is so clear,
Its edges glow with promise
My hand extends to enter, to chase darkness with light,
To simply be surrounded,
But the key is crawling away,
Fumbling and lost and maddening,
The door whispers sweet and soft and slow
And the more I desire, the quicker I fade
I crawl into myself, and I feel the door’s stare
My hand stretches into the unknown,
But all I am is cold,
The door turns to darkness,
And I am still alone
Its edges glow with promise
My hand extends to enter, to chase darkness with light,
To simply be surrounded,
But the key is crawling away,
Fumbling and lost and maddening,
The door whispers sweet and soft and slow
And the more I desire, the quicker I fade
I crawl into myself, and I feel the door’s stare
My hand stretches into the unknown,
But all I am is cold,
The door turns to darkness,
And I am still alone