My will has gone out,
I am trapped in a hallway with no end or beginning,
The only light is from holes,
Tiny little holes on handless doors,
Impenetrable doors of steel and ice and brick,
Doors I will never breach,
Doors of which I can peek through endless hope filled holes,
Holes containing that which is sacred,
Love attachment and joy,
Doors I have stained with my own blood trying to fight my way in,
Doors, doors, and more fucking doors,
Doors that keep me out,
Or perhaps it is in,
An endless plethora of blood-streaked smooth handless doors in a pitch patched
hallway,
It is dark and lonesome in my infinite mind of ever-doors,
The cold laced with aloneness is silently devouring,
I can feel me beginning to fade,
I am scared and terrified alone in this hallway of doors I do not want to be in anymore.