There’s a door on the inside that Should be on the outside There’s something in my way It has a name, it’s ‘Decay!’ The path I walk is a muddy Swamp. A frothing marsh of venom That like hope, is an endless fathom This door in the inside, is surrounded By a wall, higher than negativity I’m dumfounded! The sheer audacity! To see the spark, that could Ignite the fuse to all my problems And, Bang!! Everything blown Out of perspective, like driftwood my problems are unknown Laying, hidden behind the door…
