Crimson doors
Set against a black lit night.
Darkness comes calling,
Shutting out the light.
Pain is his pleasure,
A heart thats cold as steel,
No longer caring,
No longer able to feel.
His walls growing taller,
Unwilling to let anyone in.
Not willing to trust,
Refusing to be hurt again.
Haunting shadows
Darken his fractured soul,
Demons taking over,
As the pain takes its toll.
Death is the only way out,
Out of this miserable plight.
So come now beautiful death,
Touch me now, and take me to the light.
(c.)(4/2007) by KCZ
