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Black as a blinded sight,
Full of ghosts that comes from behind;
And yet, still, the dead scent of the night,
Is here with faces who don't have light.
Dark caress is what I feel,
With hidden intentions covered by their kneel;
Love that is so dishonest and unclear,
A life that seems to be dead so near.
Words and thoughts that they speak,
Deep inside, made me so weak;
What path should I pick?
I don't know, everything has a leak.
Dungeon, in this dungeon I feel dead,
Cold, afraid with no one to lend;
Trying to be pleased but in the end,
Everyone is untrue even a real friend.
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▪ Credits to clipart.co for the banner photo used.
