Close the door,
and let me drift.
A wandering soul,
who disappears in a rift.
They look through me,
and take no notice.
I'm a blank page,
in a neverending book.
Nothing to the author,
nothing to the reader.
A lone wolf in a dark land,
free from bonds but not from life.
I've closed the door,
and started to drift.
I'm a wandering soul,
who has disappeared in a rift.
I am alone,
a blank page in an endless book
that is so sad, I have felt like that MANY times
oh how sad...why close the door than open it up to anew?