Doors of oak and doors of woe
Undiscovered mistletoe
Cracks and splinters cover exits
And the faded answer "no"
Vines of hurt and vines of blood
Dewed with tears staining the mud
And flowering futures now departed
Which all took the innocent bud
Rusted nails and swollen knees
Trying hard to pull foul weeds
Shadows play on cursed wood panels
That refuse the broken keys
And the peephole grown old
Now holds nothing
Now sees nothing
Now is nothing