It is dark, pitch black and sticky with the cloying scent of decay.
I navigate twists and labyrinths, trying to find the center,
entangled in your darkness and the emptiness.
There are no lights to follow, no paths to search, a never-ending abyss.
I creep along the outer walls, looking for a hole in which to crawl,
imprisoned by your lack of emotion, your lack of tears.
No light will suddenly bloom, illuminating my way.
I stumble on the undergrowth, I fall into the arms of skeletons.
I have tried to find who you are, but how can I when you push me away?
I navigate twists and labyrinths, trying to find the center,
entangled in your darkness and the emptiness.
There are no lights to follow, no paths to search, a never-ending abyss.
I creep along the outer walls, looking for a hole in which to crawl,
imprisoned by your lack of emotion, your lack of tears.
No light will suddenly bloom, illuminating my way.
I stumble on the undergrowth, I fall into the arms of skeletons.
I have tried to find who you are, but how can I when you push me away?
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