Standing alone in the bloody room with closed eyes,
Because I'm afraid of what lies,
Behind the door before me.
And that's why I can't see.
I'm afraid it will lead to chaos,
To a life I do not want.
I'm afraid it will change me,
In what I'm not.
Through this fear I couldn't see,
The door that was behind me.
So I stand alone in this blood covered room,
Splattered with my own blood and doom.
I can not hear the door open
And I can not sense her presence.
I did not know she was there,
Until she stroked my hair.
She called my name in the blood covered room.
I turned with wide eyes and stared at the wall.
The red of my eyes, The color of my hair,
Not yet red. I want to leave.
I want to leave this blood spattered room,
But I am afraid of what lies beyond.
As I stand alone in my own mind,
I hardly feel her grab my hand.
The blood red room I could not see past,
The door I was so scared of.
I am afraid of it's chaos and the consequences of what could be,
So I didn't notice the door behind me.
If one leads to chaos the other must be paradise.
If one leads down darkness, the other must be light.
I'm afraid to leave. I am afraid to stay.
I don't want to be alone, but that way...
I closed them out for their protection.
Or maybe for solitude or grief.
I don't want to see it on her.
The red liquid that threatens to consume her in this room.
Alone in this room, leaves me the only one covered in blood.
The consequences of the blood covered room.
So I stared at the wall, not really there,
As she helped we walk away.
All my life I looked forward and I couldn't see,
The door that stood behind me.
I pass through light into the world I feared.
And I find it a magnificent sight.
And I am thankful that I got through a door,
And out of the blood covered room.