Eating my soul

Holding the keys,
I'm shivering,
thinking about
opening the doors,
I'm fumbling
to find the right one.
But then I was lucky
to get it all Wrong.
The key which i put in
didn't "clank" the lock.
My heart seized in terror,
So suffocating, so freezing
pale complexion, rigid skin
growing in utter coldness.
Jamming my veins
Blood wants to ooze out,
Withering my remnants.
Slowly eating up my soul.
I'm holding up the keys,
Infront of "still" closed door
as my soul break down
Squeaking in tremor.