Corrosion.

Corroded by the rust, the iron gives way to destruction. Close the doors and let it barge its way in. Knock knock. Bam Bam. Open the doors, you coward. Open those doors you lock for a reason you cannot decipher. Spin the wheel, make a choice. Spin the wheel, a little more torque? The bag of options lies open. Take a chance or dive down for your own. The dew keeps calling me to drown in its freshness. Maybe I’ll draw myself a bath with the sweet nothings declared by that gallant young man. Endure this for me. Turn your back towards me. It is a pretty sight, but you must miss it. Look forward. Look straight.