When the door opens

A light begins to come in

When a door closes

Starts to unravel within

So much till the air becomes wet and moist

Not leaving room for opportunity or a shelter choice

Given the circumstances at hand

Can release shocks like a volcano eruption which means any means necessary

Above every waking price

When walking through every door twice

At first, it can seem nice

Or maybe even right

Not even knowing how to supply

The sacrifice needed to remain

Through the door is in vain

As the eerie touch builds pain just to close the door to become insane