What's behind the door

It stands before me... an edifice of my own undoing It is cold and uninviting, it stares into me, and begs for me to open it. I don't understand the strange compulsion. It is so dark and scares me so my fear is thick and I begin to choke I feel the pulsing in my head harder I cannot take it. My throat constricts my head begins to feel light I cannot sort through the feelings overcoming me The pulsing becomes louder and still, the door stares It seems to grow before me or perhaps I am growing smaller I cannot tell my body is tearing apart my insides are screaming at each other My lungs clamp down like vices my heart tightens my stomach turns and shrinks my veins become smaller my head becomes lighter I can feel my blood run thin and fast my heart beating faster but cannot take the strain much longer my throat is tied with a thick knot and the door stares I want to open it to escape from this pain I cannot fight it any longer the body cannot fight much longer but the door is so far away It is so close I can almost touch it I dont know what lies beyond but it mush be better than fighting the door stares The noise is so loud I cannot hear my body is so loud the noise is unbearable then it stops I stand as before my body has stopped its rampage upon me and I hear nothing but quiet no pulsing in my mind, in my chest and the door stares but no more is the door ominous it is small, and inviting I walk closer, but hear no footsteps I touch the door, it is warm I open it to face what lies beyond. Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 08:57 AM PST   0 • 1