Through My Door (fansong for The Magnus Archives!)

spoilers for MAG101! a song for Michael Shelley. me entertaining the idea of a more self-aware michaeldistortion or a thought process of michael shelley turnin’ into . a compilation of Michael Shelley thoughts. stream on Soundcloud here (might b putting it onto Spotify etc later!): my Spotify: inspired by The Magnus Archives podcast by Rusty Quill! LYRICS I started working for her when I was still young Thought that place could answer things I didn’t know how to ask I’d chased answers for years something to quiet my mind And I knew she had the knowledge I sought to find I had a flaw you lack and that flaw was trust I wish I’d kicked it out in time and ground it to dust Things are more than they appear, doors and people too The veil between faith and folly is easy to fall through Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be My voice is always being mocked back at me Except for the times when it speaks before I speak I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive Won’t you come through my door, keep me company? She was forgetful yet had so much behind her eyes Knowledge barely contained within her frail frame I couldn’t tell what it was, but there was a density there Indiscernible things always crowding her air I had the feeling if she told me I could not begin to understand There were times I’d feel ignorant and useless Feeling she was seeing the world with an added dimension All I could do was give her all my trust and attention Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be My voice is always being mocked back at me Except for the times when it speaks before I speak I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive Won’t you come through my door, keep me company? We traveled north for a little business trip To a place with a name that was fake We shared a glimpse of hallucination or evidence She gave me a map that made no sense She said I could stop a great evil It was the something I’ve become one with With the map in hand, I stepped into the maze Of ever-changing colors and no nights or days Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be My voice is always being mocked back at me Except for the times when it speaks before I speak I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive Won’t you come through my door, keep me company? I met the monster and I made it my own Made these hallways I wandered my new home Am I too sharp to look at, am I something unknown? Would you still call your hand a hand if it had so much bone? Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be My voice is always being mocked back at me Except for the times when it speaks before I speak I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive Won’t you come through my door, keep me company? Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?