Go and open the crimson door,

love drips through the air,crying its eyes, 

as a vampire dies in the sun.

The lipstick lies in its draw as comfortable as a pillow.

Go and open the seaweed door,

maybe you’ll see slimy snakes slithering like a snail,

an emerald shining brightly in the sun,

or a cactus waiting to jump onto someone and sting them.

Go and open the lapis door,

maybe you’ll see depressing diamonds sad,

ice as cold as a snowflake,

or waves washing the people away.

Go and open the scarlet door,

maybe you’ll see rage rumbling through the midnight streets,

blood seeping out of your skin slowly,

or a ruby shimmering on the dance floor.