Is it safe?
Would I return?
What path should I take?
Would I ever get to see the face behind each guiding voice?
My being has been plundered and left bare.
Wandering deep in the darkest of nights,
And under the crescent moon.
Wondering if I’ll find an end soothing, or a path traceable.
I’ve decided to walk in and never come out,
To live with the demons that stole my essence,
And ripped out my covering.
This would be my fate.
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