The building blocks of life I have tried solving.
Why we live and purpose of crawling.
Every thought ends with a foreboding dark door, the perfect piece t.
No light beyond of love evermore, just a dark cast of all thoughts of you, for you (i hope), abhor.
If not for you i would forelorn a way to unlock this darkest door; a tool to abstain, refrain, find a way to endure.
But this darkest door another you has explorn.
And with it calls the horns of a wicked beast with no twined flicker through wick.
They call to me to solve a mystery so sacred, so secret.
A secret so many have solved but none have lain light.
The darkest doors seem to reclaim this right.
For all those who've tried, and went and went died.