Not realizing what I had lost,
Making me breathe the shallow waters of thoughts,
Closing myself in the doors too black,
Neither the sleep nor the rest.
I clapped my hands and jumped around,
Bruised my knees, sat on the ground.
Stood up and danced
Never did care for the wound.
Gaily laughing on the jokes I heard
Running in the streets without any cause.
Midnight talks with the walls was a norm
You replaced it so bad,
I could never get it all.
Remembrance of this made me burn,
Ashes in the blood, lesion on the derm.
Stealth that was my charm that I had
Perished in the sun,
Like the water in the mud.
I laughed so hard yet mirror did cry
The tears that were hidden in the soul,
Shrines rung afar I could hear
Called me to them saying give that fear,
Exchanging a box with a key was a maze
Seeing that door I stood and gazed.
Unsealed the door with vibrations of metal,
I stepped onto the path full of dried petals.
Walked and walked till I saw a man
Wearing a cloak, depressed with shade.
Nearing to him I felt something bizarre
Estranged of happiness was his soul so desolate.
As he looked up and smiled at me
The looks completely resembled me.
I was standing at the gates of Hell
Taking my hands he crushed me as whole.


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