someone has made a tiny hole in the locked door
and he's reaching out his hand to me
the light is blinding and sharp to my eyes
my hearts racing like a bullet train
and each breath i take pierces my lungs
as if there's a strong pair of hands pressed down on my chest
i close by eyes
but i can still feel the warmth from the sunlight creeping in
gently shrouding me
my minds a whirl
and in my head the room is spinning
as a thousand images flash pefore my eyes
pictures on a screen from the whirring slide projector

i hear his voice calling out to me
but i dont know if i have the strength to get up and walk towards the sound
towards the light.
i dont know if i have the courage to walk away.
from all that i have ever known
from the darkness that i have surrenderred myself to.