Behind The Six Doors
I open the first door and see
Their bodies in rhythm, together as one
His lips glued to hers,
And the lust burning in his eyes.
I open the second door and hear
The pounding of his fists on my locked door
Begging me for forgiveness
His desperate crying plea
While my tears hit the floor with a silent thud!
I open the third door and taste
The salty sweet liquid pour out from my tear ducts
Down my warm, wet cheeks
Realizing what we had wasn't real
I open the fourth door and feel
The slick, smooth capsules slide down my throat
With underestimated intentions
Before anyone can stop me
I open the fifth door and smell
His expensive cologne as he lifts me effortlessly
Into his arms whispering empty apologies
Spilling irrefutable regrets
I open the last door and sense
The abscence of my mind and body
Left lifeless in his grieving embrace
Believing it was better this way
Their bodies in rhythm, together as one
His lips glued to hers,
And the lust burning in his eyes.
I open the second door and hear
The pounding of his fists on my locked door
Begging me for forgiveness
His desperate crying plea
While my tears hit the floor with a silent thud!
I open the third door and taste
The salty sweet liquid pour out from my tear ducts
Down my warm, wet cheeks
Realizing what we had wasn't real
I open the fourth door and feel
The slick, smooth capsules slide down my throat
With underestimated intentions
Before anyone can stop me
I open the fifth door and smell
His expensive cologne as he lifts me effortlessly
Into his arms whispering empty apologies
Spilling irrefutable regrets
I open the last door and sense
The abscence of my mind and body
Left lifeless in his grieving embrace
Believing it was better this way