It was a beautiful door.Expensive wood.Carved features.A mind that understood. The door called.It beckoned.It glowed.It welcomed. The words it would sing.Sweet.Soft.Gentle. Words thatdelighted the soulyetmelted the marrow. I never noticed before.How it alwaysopened toanother door. Going from woodto metal.Less beautiful,the effects more internal. The doors became uglyand still I desired.It preyed on my depravity.My soul …