Is There A Door

DOORSweet thoughts turn bitter from the dark running through my mind.

Like the child of darkness feeding at the breast.

The milk of uncertainty feeding the darkness of my very essence.

Deeper into the shadow lands of my mind,

Run’s the call of the after life.

To leave behind this darkness, this thing.

The worm that eats your soul.

A decay eroding the will.

IS THERE A DOOR.

 

 

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