The Wrong Door Number

With Eyes Red, Vision Blurred,

Head Heavy, Walking Slurred,

Drowning In The Sea Of Desperation,

Struggling To Survive,

He Finally Reached His Flat,

Knocked On The Door, And When It Opened,

Stepped Into A Vast Space,

Of Silence And Booming Darkness.

"Who Are You ?" He Asked

A Glitchy Shadow, Standing Before Him 

With A Murderous Glance And An Eerie Grin,

It Leaned Forward And Shook Him Up.

"You Are My Guest,

Hospitable, Yet Uninvited,

I Shall Take You To My Land,

And Shower Upon You, The Enchanting Bliss Of Pleasures ."

They Rose Above, Wafting Into The Unending Infinity,

In Half-Death, He Realised,

Walking In

To The Wrong Door Number ...