Doors

In a dark corridor I feel along the walls searching for an open door to touch a glimmer of hope before humanity falls. An ancient sound of crowds cheering rings in my ears. I see the humble scum by society crucified. They had blindly stumbled over their fears, not realising the bloodlust as they excitedly cried. The reality of this world strikes so cruel. Good leaders don't change apathetic followers, for they themselves allow their deceitful hearts to rule. Their minds are conquered by lusts for darker powers. I have reached the bitter end. No longer can I go into this unending night, yet some are the closed door's friend while gushing through an open door is the light. Few find this narrow way. Many beat their skulls against a closed door as darkness continues to lead the blind astray while surrendering warriors find the courage to kneel on the floor.