Talking to the door,
That acts as if a wall,
Not responding to my movement,
Not responding to my wishes.
This dead eyed town,
Will be my undoing,
The blank stares they give me,
As though their souls have been lifted.
Helpless I run,
Away from all I fear,
The cruel ghostly monster,
Coming to take my spirit.
The path I follow is dark,
The misery of a million,
The light at the end of the pathway,
My only salvation.
I can't remember what it was like,
Before the darkness shrouded my life,
The only relic of my past,
Are the remnants of my shattered heart.
Very interesting
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