Shattered Solace

 

Choked in solitude I'm reeling,

Cold, but I never stopped feeling,

Tears dried up, I kept grieving,

Lived a nightmare, I was never dreaming.


The reaper fears of wrath,

For taking such lonely a soul,

Not a spark of light, not a single hole,

An end the tunnel not hath.


Run, run and keep running,

Lest the demons catch up faster,

Soul purloined by the devil,

Burning and screaming in castor.

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