Behind close doors, then truth, its events, tells this real, things about your reality, it sells, as if on a stage performed, precise, unheard; yells out: your hid secrets.
Amnesia, fraction of your life retain, you forgot, set in twelve doors, blocked from your brain, risky to you, told the actual; its fallen pain: or a delighting thrill.
There's a special key, for each of these closed doors, allows you inside, did lives reside therein, about you, side known, by entering within; chance acts; its owner.
All doors are closed to you, twisting on its knob, might cross ones skin danger, to harm you, see darken shadow of someone, a stranger; hide furious anger: threatening to you.
Long quiet hall, pick a door, to find your love, not any hatred, felt affairs, they soothe, it feels safe, in a protective zone, seductive encounter; thinking: active you.
Each of these doors, reflect, a true reality, portrays a time then, perfect match, it's guaranteed, face up, to ponder it; yourself its sect: enter.
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Author Notes
The black dream, spoken about from the upper gods, accounts lost, blanking a life; restricting memories lived: who you are.
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