Endless Wall - Obsidian Kingdom

Behold the frame

Of the very last doorway

The one that you would

Never (ever) have wanted to cross

The threshold is wide

As your hope is narrow

You could tell its size

If pain could be measured in holes

A room without space

Its borders are painted with oil

The merciless place

Where flutes of derangement call

The spell of the pit

The alluring depths of the gorge

Do throw yourself in

Rejoice in the speed of the fall

Be removed each one

Of the seven layers of your skin

Naked and pure

To cherish the kiss of the knife

You’ll like it in here

Morals are as loose

As the teeth of a child