So Softly Spoken

I can't explain where this hurt came from but it's here in this poem now

With the ones who lie in wait                                        
Your eyes fix upon the opening door                                   
To stand face to face with fate                                        
Awaiting the emanate horror                                        

The creek of the door
Drowning out the image
Expecting to hear feet hit the floor
Time to search for your courage
         
But you're cornered within the darkness
As the door swings open wide
Escape attempts prove aimless
There's nowhere left to hide

You keep your eyes closed tight
To shut out the inevitable
Attempt to believe it will be alright
For your tears are unacceptable
         
With rage they strike
Innocence ripped from your hands
Demons and angles alike
You comply with both commands

For so long they have tortured
Now left so badly broken
"So long I've already endured"
Your last words so softly spoken