[L O S T I N T H E N I G H T]

you keep on telling me
about doors that lead the way
doors that close and doors that may
invite me to come in and stay

i always thought I’d reach the end
walking along this dark grey hall
and be face to face with a brick wall
and fall

i can see the end approaching
lifeless fingers inviting me in
coming closer, i squint my eyes at them
they are coming
from a door

So this is it.
The end’s a door.
You will pass, whether you like it or not.
As long as you haven’t lost yourself in the rooms before.

Dark matter seeps through and
what’s behind is yet to be revealed
But the hands, once scary
now seem comforting, intentions concealed

tiny voices echo through the hall
warning me, preparing me
„this door will close, but you’ll be free“
I’ll go through the door. Look into infinity.

the void consumes us as shadows arise
it’s dark, it’s cold. it’s my demise.
they tell me that there will be light.
but until then
i’m lost in the night
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