Behind These Doors

Don’t open these doors you never no what you might see. Probably darkness lies and shattered pieces of distorted dreams.
Behind these doors lye secrets and creeps, murders of millions, demons and freaks. Behind these doors lye greed and deceit. Jealousy reigns while humility weeps. Emotions take over in fits of rage; while children run screaming down roads paved with graves. Mothers hate daughters. Fathers hate sons. Fifty dollars and a bullet is just another sad song.

The creator of those doors must hang his head in despair as he watches his work destroyed without care. A world that was created for beauty and artistry turned into something so bleak and full of such misery.
The people weep as the days grow long, for hope and security amidst poverty so strong.
The rich take too much and leave the scraps for the poor to consume.
Hate supersedes love. Oh! These doors lead to so many dangerous rooms!

Depression, obscenity, aloofness, despairs. All these things lye behind the doors called life. Caution as you enter! Open If You Dare!