Scratching my eyes, stumbling through the bright light, I come to a doorway.

The stench of reality reeks from the open door.
Through it was the blackest darkness I have ever seen.
It was darkness as if to taste it. It hung in the air like a moist fog.
I turned and looked in the direction from which I had come.
Such joy and happiness in that world.
Why would I come over to such misery?
Why would I leave a perfectly wonderful dreamland, to live
in the pitches of pain and desolation?
Cries and whispers carry from the endless, portal.
I ignored them, and turned away.
There is a calling from behind that door of sorrow.
Is that my true life calling, or do I belong here; in a false
world of smiles, and warmth...?
I open the door, and fall into the abyss; crossing my arms as
if to fall into the hands of death herself!