Friday, April 5, 2013

Remnants of a Decadent Past

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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