Revolving Doors are Always Right.

Pay no mind to the skeleton at the door.
He means you no harm.
He's here for me.
Walk along the patterns of the flames dancing at your feet.
With your own self loathing capabilities circling your mind.
I found a conscience on my death bed.
Crackling glass that resembles fiberglass.
And hospital breath can't save you, not twice in a row.
Oh, God no.
Pay no mind to the casket leaning towards my porch.
It's reserved, as well as the hearse.
It's my ride, to catch up to the beast.
I've had my way for far too long.