the Backdoor

I went to that place once again, trying to escape my fate This time felt different I couldn’t have known What’s hidden behind the gate Carefully trotting the rocking path, as darkness starts to creep Collecting my efforts along the way As life around sleep I alone am standing there, I’m baffled by what I see One dressed in black and one in white And in the middle there is me “You know that here nothing is real, why have you returned? We shouldn’t have given you a second chance We should’ve let you burn.” I have returned to this dreadful place, where everything is fictive Coz here it seems that I’m alive On earth I am a captive