A seemingly endless corridor of doors
closed, dark and foreboding
I walk,
I walk,
I walk
I want to open each but i know
a deep and unknown fear
lies behind each and every one
I walk through a door
which one i dont' t recall
and the hidden ones half glimpsed
almost seen yet hide in close shadows
are they who bleed morning dew,
evening myst, and the eternal fertile seed
Morning I awake and an angel cried on my tongue
my heart now beats with rage
against the fragments of her broken soul
pounding, thudding, crashing, thumping
then stopped a beat
as the poor creature fell, too late
I reach out,
and a vague disarming smile seals my fate