Blind Behind Doors

Doors closed like coffins

in the dark

in the dark.

Walk through piles of stones

and broken glass

bare foot

in the dark

in the dark.

Cuts on your feet

Sand in your hands;

shredded diaries

scattered words

fall on the ground

before your eyes...

what eyes?
What eyes?

In the dark

can't see, 

don't know where we're going

in the dark

away from this 

on my own 

opening doors

closed like coffins.

Where is my future?

Drunk in unknown

High on anticipation;

you don't know.

We're blind behind doors

like children 

seen not heard,

we see no more

then the nameless doors

which mock our lives

hiding the future.

Where do we go?

Where do we fucking go?

Through the door,

through the door

and we'll be blind like bats

knowing no more

than what we do now.