• yoyowrites_ 6w

    Dream theater-1

    Three doors swung open
    And I have to choose one-
    One floor was made of thorns,
    There's no way I could run or turn around;
    One will swallow me by its darkness
    Only God knows what lies ahead;
    Swarm of flies of misery surrounds,
    The sight entails shivering ground.

    Tick tock tick tock
    The clock strikes 3
    I have less than a minute
    Until I get dragged in
    The choice is mine to make
    No other option to keep me at bay
    Tick tock tick tock
    The second completes a minute
    If those were your only choices,
    What would it be?

    ©yoyowrites_