Yeah I'm afraid.
one a clock and the thick air in this room has me feeling enslaved.

But it's not even the air it's my mind that's got me trapped.

I've been struggling trying to get out of this thought but I'm stuck in sap.

And this only seems to happen at night, that's when the thought creeps in my head, as I lay heart pounding upon my bed.
  
But since my sister passed it's been happening even more than before.

And I still have no answer to what's on the other side of that door.

She was 24 when she left questions unanswered.

I was waiting on her to come back and give me an answer.
  
That there is more to life then just this physical state that there is more to come after my inevitable fate.

I don't know if I believe in ghosts but I know what my religion tells me, but I can't explain why I want an answer to something with theses mortal eyes I'll never see.

I'm 22 and still most people can't understand why.

The only thing I'm truly afraid of is what happens when I die.