Stagnate in the most disposition of this life,
Slowly turning the **** to shut the door behind.
Where the sound of the smacking metal clicks
And the cycle of stagnation continues again.
Is this my doing, my incarnation bring?
Is this my slow trending’s doing?
Now, awaken the beast inside,
For since the time of preadolescent
Which I had no control over.
Vulnerable to have foreseen the truth
That this beast will emerge once again.
Devouring the mind’s weak spots
Leaving no trace of my humanity insight.
For this life was better off with the door closed
And possibly never seeing that light shine.
For no door is worth opening to or whom—
Stagnate in the most disposition of this life.