Antiquity of my past
Marks the faith
I endow upon my now
My subconscious
Seduces my will to reach eternity
The sight is delusional
And the hearing is muffled
But I invariably seek
The solution to my confusion
The dilemna still withholds itself
As the prime ingredient
Of this torturous plight
But I go on
With the intention of going on
Somewhere
Yet nowhere
Into an unknown darkness
Of unspoken nightmares
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