As I walk through the rooms of emptiness.
the legacy of my ancestors weighs upon my shoulders.
all i can be is a cheap immitation of myself.
I stand before the portal of the outside world.
The door is scratching behind me.
Oh sweet death, how I wish you are there when I turn around
Your scratches on my arm.
How I wish to set you free, for only you can guide me through the portals of freedom.
Onle the hand around my throat can set me free.
The lights are dying and i walk into the moonlight shadows.
Up the staircase into oblivion.
Where I can't tell good from evil. The everlasting choice.
But only you can set me free.
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written after seeing the movie 'the doors'.