Before opening the door of the lost
Perchance I will find the healing salve I seek
Its warmth melts the forlorn depths of my heart

Only emptiness remaining
Leaving the soul hollow and soiled
No longer the betrayer love controls my emotions
Bitterness the ruler of my isolated world

So, pardon me if soon I speak no more
As I ponder for a reason to live
I pause before entering the entranceway of the ghosts
And only a backward glance do I give

Gazing into the seventh dimension
Looking back, I see what was
What is
And what will be no more
Only a backward glance do I give
Before stepping through the vanishing door

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