Shadow left unanswered,
He picks one door,
And she left with unknown.
He thinks not to be alive and impatient,
She sparkles herself at this moment,
He stops, screams and looks delusional,
She picked her ground of wisdom in a season of metaphysical.
He fought from himself,
Looking for faith,
She was nothing but his soul which fades,
He was there, standing alone,
Knowing the reasons for despair,
Lights shut down like voices in his head,
There was no one except a body and painted rose on a bed
Another shadow left unanswered to pick his/her door,
There was nothing left but a door which is unknown
~nidarnotesnowadays
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