My key fits but the door seems so far.
I wage a war, yet no volunteers.
Caused so much pain, my vessel became callous.
Love's blood is sweet so I binge.
Its voice cries out, I ignored the echoes.
My drink got thicker.
I dilute it with warm honeyed water, yet it got dark, cold and bitter.
My thirst now relies on sorrow.
My eyes has an affair with tears, but makes love to shadows once glimpsed opposite the door.
Where's the door, is there another path?
I wouldn't know where to begin this journey
hmm