The Door

This is not me here.
This is not a gun in my hands.
These are not bombs exploding.
These are not my mates bleeding around me.
This is not my war.
I need a way out.
I need a door to wide open for me.
The door out of Hell.

This is a shred of me here.
This is a tool like any other to help the shred survive the nothingness.
These are reminders of my life being wasted.
These are talking stains of blood on the carpet of silence.
This is the repeated suicidal attempt of humans.
This is a door.
Wide open.
The Heaven's door.

September 27, 2007