As enter the gate, you ask me my name; into the darkness, this path is lonely and cold. I don't know where to go.
Hearing sounds of sorrow and despair, fear starts to set in, don't want it to stalk me. My memories start to slip away. I try to run and hide but the darkness doesn't subside.
As I cry out in disparate the sorrow of despair, I just want out of the gate of darkness.
©railyne
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