Ajar

I hear voices whisper in my head.

I see colors, but then they turn to red.

I touch spirits but they all smell of death,

Decay rolling in like boulders on my health.

I taste the blood filling my mouth.

I choke on coins; the copper is my doubt.

I breathe in dust like it’s my only food source.

Empty rooms break me, but I will let it run its course.

I hear voices shouting from the other side.

I see color, indigo where I hide.

I feel the spirits; they’re all awake now,

Behind the emerald door that unlatches when I bow.

I taste the cold humidity of rain.

I choke on water, as I drown in my pain.

I breathe in one last breath and tell you goodbye,

Because these rooms were full of lies and I cannot die

Like this.