A crime scene shrouded in yellow tape
Scars seal off my vision
Like the doorway into your heart
A chamber of emptiness
Consisting of cold-darkness
My voice echoes against the walls
As I sought a way out of this blinding numbness
Banging my bleeding hands against every barrier
I pick at the scars along the way to pry my eyes open
Distorted images are presented
Hands outreached against a frame and handle
I brace myself as I lean in and listen
To the constant beat of silence
More of the same awaits me, so I push on through to the other side


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