Time

Door is closed, Lights are off.
Yet no reason for scare, yet there you're.
Lifeless, breathing cold air.
Dead eyes, grey skin.
Life after is not or nor do we care.

Behind you shadow whispers, silence.
Ssh; the word behind you, going up your neck.
Don't run, nothing to fear.

Behind you, Door is closed, Lights are off.
Secularity drifting air particals.
No?, whispers stops, you turn around.
Darkness meets your eyes.
Nor is it North you facing the cold air.

Something bright meets your eyes.
Blinding yet soft.
Whispers behind you;
Ssh.
You turn around again, Nor is it South.
Warm air escapes you, white breath,
Misty air.

You hear a familiar voice.
You smile,  yet a tear drop is foaming up.
Red shut eyes you open the door.
Darkness, With a little light source.
You ask yourself; is this the after?
Whisper in the corners, Silence in the dark.
A hand grabs you from behind.
You turn around.
Nor, is it something there.

Secularity...

You can't see what you brain can't understand.
Whispered a voice in the dark corners.
Does it frighten you? the soft voice echo in the small room.
No; you say but you mean Yes.
Trimbling after the handle of the door.
You; Close the door. Same room you're in.
You facing, yet nor is it north again.
Cold air around you.
Bright room this time, Shadows in the corners.

Clocks have stoped mid tick yet no tak.
Echo of silence of time in this room.

Boy; you grown.
A voice echo from the corner.
Silence is a secularity indeed.
Another voice echo from behind you.

Everything as a end, yours is just not going to end.
Time is for the observers not the dreamers.
End is also just a word since no one knows were the end is.

Your existens Is a dot on a black canvas filled with black.
Darkness feel on the room, Light reaching out from the door.
Behind you, you turn and fell...