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By: JoAnna Martin

No where to hide,
too many rules to abide.
My spirit is dampened
from the tears I have cried.

I have to bring an end to it all
never again will I shamefully crawl.
I will close my eyes to the world,
let go of life, watch it fall.

Drowning in a sea of black.
Dying, there's no turning back.
Light is fading from me
as I walk the forbidden track.

I transcend to an unearthly place,
and watch as my mortal life is erased,
swathed in sedating darkness   
as I forever fall from grace.

Pushing through nonexistent shadows,
within me, misery grows.
I long for the eternal peace 
of a silent repose.

With an empty stare, I wait,
lost within a dream-like state.
Suddenly haunted by a presence
from which hatred strongly emanates. 

A mind so twisted,
temptation never resisted.
This enticing, wicked being
I never knew existed.

So many phantoms looming over my head,
thriving on the terror from which they are bred.  
Tormenting me with skeletal hands,
I loathe those haunting dead.

Escaping to the chasms of my mind,
within my thoughts, safe, confined,
until despair finds me 
and my sanity unwinds.

When will they stop haunting me,
maliciously taunting my memories?
Will my soul ever know
real silence and peace?

Not here!


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