The walk within these decadent and weathered halls grow thicker as I progress
Stagnant and heavy feelings dress and cling to my skin. Fear strikes as my hair raise and I regress
But to my own surprise .. nothing lays between me and my travel. Only my demise
Lo' does my past in this horrible place come to claim it's prize.
Attaching itself deep within my very being its tethers have gripped my souls meaning
Yet I stand freely
I'm home
I've never left
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