The hotel with the white doors


Walking through hallways
Pale white doors
Behind every door i open
I see faces
That tell me how disappointed they have been

Strange dreams
Every night they visit me
I seem caught
In an absurd surreality

Trying and searching
For a way out
To experience freedom
And uncage my soul
And fly to my ultimate goal

The day the pain ends
Freedom will, at last
Be within my grasp
Holding it in my hand

As i entered the hotel
Through the pale white door
I noticed a man taking a shower
He screamed and yelled since his skin was being peeled

The strange hotel
Seemed a lot like hell
My hell was getting lost trying to find my room
Was this my endless doom ?

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