Wonder about the door

I wonder about the door

The door that hides the

Mystery and dark of life.

I wonder about the door

At night when I feel

Closer to it.

In the morning when

The blood and the water

Fall from the sky.

I wonder about the door

The door that holds

The protectors and the killers.

The door that hides

The ones forgotten.

I wonder about the door

The door where everybody ends

And the only survivors

Are the memories of the souls.

The immortals

Remembered in the earth

That know the secrets of the door

But can only speak

What they knew

Before the void.

I wonder about the door.

When will our meeting be?