from a place unknown

There exists a door,

A door to a place unknown,

Of sometimes straw,

Of sometimes titanium,

Behind which live creatures

Battered, bruised, angered, enraged,

Misunderstood.

They beg to be let out,

Their lamentations rarely heard,

Yet those shrills shake the soul

Within which they reside.

Deformed and misshapen offspring of

Original, incestuous sin fight

To catch the last wind of evolution,

Only to be violently blown off course and

Unpleasantly awaken from fantastic dreams

Of what lies beyond their place unknown.

These dreams they revel in,

As their kingdom is darker than

They proclaim it to be to those

Who believe and those who do not.

For I can only pity these creatures

cast away from the eyes,

forgotten from the thoughts,

forsaken from the heart,

Hiding behind an even-tempered door

Which remains bolted from within.