Within the vast estate of my current residence there can be found a solid oak door that to this day remains an object of great dismay.
Although this door seems to have no locks or mechanisms to hold it shut, it remains eternally closed.
I have spent a vast amount of time sitting at the edge of my chair pondering the means for its existence.
The door gleamed dully in the grey light of dawn through the curtains that have been long since neglected.
“What an ungrateful block of wood.” I said under my breath absurdly as though the curious portal may be listening.
“A complete eyesore you are!” I exclaimed, realizing there would be no consequence for such an outburst.
I stared hard at the door until I found myself fatigued.
“How dare you mock me of all people? I brought you here, everything I’ve done has lead up to your becoming!” My raging words echoed into complete silence as I opened my eyes and the room faded away into the cursed state of being that I now acknowledge as reality.
My vision finds its way back to me as I realize I was standing before a broken mirror staring at the individual shards as though they were countries on a globe.
Looking now at my reflections in the pieces it seems that every face staring back is a stranger gazing into my soul. All these faces are different, how could they possibly be mine?
I averted my eyesight to take a look at my watch and to my disappointment it has already become late afternoon.
“Damn my luck! I’ve fallen victim to sorcery of some kind!” I muttered to myself. This occurrence however is by no means an isolated occasion.
I’ve spent a good portion of my life watching that door and waiting for the slightlest inkling of movement.
I gathered my state of being, my firearm and a pair of shoes and I wandered from my home to the great forest beyond.
The sun was starting to fall behind the mountains, the golden crest of lifelight was becoming relinquished by shadows.
The flowers around me were awash in beautifully dim shades of grey. The birds were singing their last songs of the day.
“Today is the day I find the key.” I thought to myself with a chuckle.
I took in the beauty that was my spot of meditation for many years and closed my eyes to the world.
The door was thrown open with a flash of light and the forest echoed with my enlightenment.
In the end, freedom is just another empty word.
I can see the end
vigilence grants me vision
entropy takes its toll
for I am nearly there
behold the keeper of time
stillness erodes my flesh
My eyes long since removed
My senses are senseless
Remembering, or have I forgotten?
I become unraveled
Slithering I may seem
But time moves around me
Unable to grind my teeth
the vibrations won’t permit
What is left of human essence?
Where have my intentions gone?
Pride lashed to woe
Serpentine silence
The astral conscience?
Spiral arms extend
I am the key
I am the gate
Lurker of nihil
Or have I become?
Come full circle
Creator and destroyer
If all is lost than so am I?
Memories come and go
like a final insult
Weathered beyond existence
I return again
To nevermore
