I find myself here again In an uncomfortably familiar place.. I am standing at Death's door. My fist is raised to knock; To beg him to let me in But the wooden tomb swings open Before I can change my mind. It's like he was waiting for me, He knew I'd come crawling back. With dark wind ******* me forward, One thought enters my depleted mind Before I lose consciousness for good:
The hardest trials I will ever face.. Are the tests of my will against that Welcoming, open door. So I step forward to walk through-- To finally end this exhausting misery... To quiet the malevolence That has trapped me for far too long. And my hands find a hold in the chipped, Gnarled frame And they slam that door shut. The wallowing endless dark screams insanity and curses and shames me as I lock out the worst part of myself and demand that she never return N e v e r R e t u r n I walk away from that door. I don't look back.