a black door set on creaky hinges
the floor littered full with syringes
death awaits behind the half open door
the flame flickering with its heated roar
your lover has left and this is all that is left
suicide and death is where your mind is set
there is only pain left inside you true
the unbearable sadness leaving everything blue
nevertheless you hold your fated key
turn the twisted lock and have a look see
behind the door there is no god
not the thing you've so dearly sought
instead there is a peaceful pool
where moonlit nights and beauty rules
what is this fragmented dream?
this is death my love, everything it seems
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