Creation of

I unhinged this door

This door leads to nothing

Be the one to leap into it all

The first one to be carried deep

Beyond the mechanics of the soul

Fall into the pool

This rush that opens the spirit

Taken in through the words

Lead you through with silent whispers

Calling through the undeniable

It has taught you to follow

Breathe deeply

Your path is sweet, lined with casualties

I tread lightly on this trip

To hear the whispers

In this place

The voices

Sweet talk

The nectar that poisoned

This all has to be

Inside the being

That created me

The beginning of the end of me

Author's Notes/Comments: 

you guess,  I see. this paints the picture.

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I enjoyed this very much. I loved it.