What Would You Really Do

Up like a shot dressed in my fear Only to stop suddenly not daring to go near Frozen I stood from the ice in my streams On the other side the echo of your screams Clouding my mind what this handle is for No force of any kind can help me open this door All is silent, empty of sound Drums in my chest for what is to be found I take a step out and slowly turn around Only to cover my face from your body on the ground