Pale Skies

I was always told,
"life's an open door"
but what happens
when its not there anymore.

we crash and we break,
all thoughts dissipate
as we release our demons
and watch them congregate

above pale skies
and below hallowed grounds
we laugh and we cry
and then we turn around

what happens to the fearless
the strongest of us all
Because in the end they stand
when all we do is crawl

I look up to those around me
as I crawl upon the rail
let go... LET GO
they say this every day

I hear them in my head
and as I break to find the door
only to find

...It's not there anymore