There's a door I can not open
Not locked just jammed
Taunting and beckoning
I've been away on a journey
Trying to acquire peace

There's someone behind the door
I hear whispering while I sleep
Soft breathing during the day
To venture onward feels
Somewhat sacrificial

I don't want to lose the rope
Break my fingers and descend
Regressing back to the bottom
Wading in the shallow waters
Of the deep grim well

But the scratching never stops
Curiosity is a rolling boil
There's an axe down in storage
They say peace comes at night
So I'll begin in the morning