One of my personal favorites, The Doorway was mostly inspired by the deaths of both my grandfathers, which occurred in a period of a mere couple months. Before I continue, let me say now that if I am ever in a situation in which I can no longer use my brain efficiently and my body serves no purpose, please let me go. One thing I am very curious about is the afterlife and whether or not there even is one. I would sooner find out myself than live on life-support in a vegetative state. Kaytee is playful and active and hyper and cheerful, not comatose and mindless.
The Doorway
I'm standing in the doorway
That separates life from death
My foot's about to cross the line
And I'm taking my last breath
My unconscious body
Lies sick in my bed
Yet thoughts of going on
Are passing through my head
People around me are crying
To see me in such pain
But really I'm perfectly fine
I can't feel a thing
In the doorway souls line up behind me
Waiting for their turn
Saying their last prayers
And being proud of all they learned
Waiting for their turn
Saying their last prayers
And being proud of all they learned
Well my last minute's finally ending
I'm halfway across the line
With a smile I take a step
I'm halfway across the line
With a smile I take a step
Inhale for the last time...
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