DOORS 🚪 🖤 🖋️
I’ve opened many doors.
Doors were meant to remain closed.
I’ve charged towards the imaginary shores.
The salt from the raging ocean burns as I’m exposed.
There is so much blood dripping from my nose.
It’s pooling at my feet.
It tastes of copper and rotting meat.
I’m sitting at insanity’s table grinding my teeth.
What lessons does the darkness want to teach?
I don’t want to be a student here.
I don’t want to learn the lessons that you preach!
At the end of that hallway awaits a drooling beast.
Its eyes are sunken in.
It is covered in dark hair and human skin.
It is so insatiable.
It will never fulfill its needs.
I must find the door where it cannot find me.
There are no doors down this hall.
There are only blood-covered walls.
Only the screams of the souls that it harbors.
They echo like I’m screaming behind a waterfall.
They were all in the same situation as me.
They were all trying to run and break free.
What do I do now?
What am I supposed to do if there is no way out?
I can’t even scream out loud…
I am unable to make a sound.
Through the mouth of this beast, the old brick floor keeps going.
There are screaming walls and the open wounds are showing.
It just goes on and on like that never-ending song.
Playing in that nightmare between the never-ending halls.
Something always calls!
Just when I think I’ve figured out it all.
It starts ripping me from the inside out…
Again and again, I will fall.
The doors are repetitive as they change.
They know how to keep me trapped in a rage.
They laugh at me when they see me going insane.
They then become so far away.
These doors were designed so I can never find my way.
The old brick floor will forever keep going on.
The doors to leave this place do not exist.
My sanity is going away with the rising mist.
Artwork by Dan Verkys
