Rooms

I’m wandering through dark rooms in my head. Rooms forbidden in my dreams. The hideous place. Still I’m there. Casting my steps into an unknown future. But before my feet touch the ground it vanishes. And falling through thoughts and images of Long-Lost and Never-Happend I reach new rooms. A never ending journey. Still exploring the depth of my soul, or what I call it. Sinking, falling, failing. Dropped by misfortune on this slope that leads to utter darkness. But I know that there is more than nothing. That there something is waiting for me. New rooms with new doors. Passages that are closed. Closed for me to wander on. Not forever, but for uncertainty. No, this is not the last station of this travel. Too much things there are to see, my eye is not meant to behold. Not my choice, but a devil that vexes me on to perceive. All the horrid things man call sins. In me they come to life. A play produced at the theatre of my head. Strange acts. And suddenly a door unlocks, giving free other…