Tunnel of Doors

A tunnel of doors connecting two places,
That tunnel, it only ever sees two faces.
Only two who have the key.
They who have it, a he and a she.

Don't know why the doors must always be locked,
As if someone or something, was trying to be blocked.
The two would wander down the hall and through the doors they intercepted.
Locking each door as they strolled along, but then something happened that was unexpected.

She went to lock the second to last door,
He stopped her to stay a moment more.
Just as he and she were about to kiss,
She was ripped away from that single moment of bliss.

She is lost, lost in her own personal hell now.
A place sweet thoughts, her mind refuses to allow.
No longer able to sleep,
No appetite to even eat.

She wants so bad to feel,
Something that might actually be real.
Get her away from where ever this place is,
So that she may be held by those awaiting arms of his.

Now back to he who was left alone,
He had no thought to think, no memory of her existence to be shown.
What happened to her will never even be known.
Oh and that key that was once his, into the trash it was thrown.

Abandoned and betrayed by her own mind.
She who wanted to be happy (so bad is was practically a crime).
She was forced to stay in this place not even worthy of grime.
This hell is what made her the monster, that she will be until the end of time.

*I know that this poem doesn't make much sense but it was a dream I had a while ago and I am unable to stop thinking about it!