Doorway

Doorway

I awake with a sudden chill
Glimpsing an echo of ill will
Rising to fetch a midnight drink
Trying to prevent the way I think
Or worry about the door that isn’t there

Without the light I walk across the hall
And glimpse a shadow standing tall
I feel the return of the sudden chill
As if the beginning of some forbidden thrill
I spot the shadow of the door that isn’t there

My face is touched by a breath of breeze
Like some ancient ghostly wheeze
And the sweet smell of imminent decay
Silently I continue to be lead astray
Closer to the door that isn’t there.

Drawn on by a soulful whisper
The chant of some forbidding vesper
Sounds out like crunching autumn leaves
Reminding us of lost summer eves
The sound of the door that isn’t there.

My hand traces the hidden wall
A slow journey to my own downfall
The feel of a lovers gentle caress
Long forgotten with times excess
The touch of the door that isn’t there

A bitter-sweet taste of defeat
Days empty yet somehow replete
A sense of something Sour
Making each passing day more dour
The  taste of the door that isn’t there

The insane pull drags me forward
As I continue to be sucked door-ward
An attraction I fail to understand
As if within some surreal dreamland
Ever closer to the door that isn’t there.

Insanely reaching for the hidden handle
The light flickers like a guttering candle
The air wavers like a ripple on water
As I’m drawn on like a lamb to slaughter
Towards the door that isn’t there.

Although it’s the space of a few steps
A few silent night-time footsteps
It feels I’ve travelled across the sky
Without the benefit of a last goodbye
Darkness falls as I enter the door that isn’t there.