The moment calls me.
No.
It screams, laughs, taunts.
No more power now. Just the
Pain.
My god, the pain the pain the
Pain.
I can only wait,
Fists balled and eyes
Averted. Waiting for the
Moment. Cruel or kind is irrelevant.
The moment won't let me be.
He won't let me be.
It's Hell, that moment as
The door opens, when
All will be revealed
(Maybe). Or will it?
Can it ever ever ever

Let's see what's behind
Door Number
Three