You've been breathing for days now
Inhaling air, exhaling out
The way it seems to go
You're worried you may lose it
Anytime soon now
The colours that were once
Bright red and beautiful blues
Are now but dull gray hues
The fabric on your hair seems
Too heavy to keep your head high
The veil upon your face allows not for air to pass
All eyes on you seem accusing
Of being backward and not with time
A hundred doors have closed
Before you could even knock
But know my dear downspirited soul
There's a light above that created darkness too
You've been taking steps towards Him
For each He took ten towards you
A hundred doors you say have closed
Fortunes, fame, respect and love
But the biggest door that has closed so far yet
Is especially the door of Hell

— your salvaged soul