A haze has come over me,
giving the illusion that I no longer
feel,
that apathy has taken over
and I'm just wandering through the
mists.
Lost and alone, I wander,
wondering if I'll ever find my way back
to clearer skies and hearts,
back to where I belong.
Shadows lurk in the mists,
and I avoid them out of fear:
how can I tell salvation
from absolute destruction?
I've always felt a burning inside,
and I'll rip that flame from my chest
if it'll help me forge a way out,
a way to part the dense mists.
I'll find a way out, I promise.
I'll learn to weave these mists
into a salvation I couldn't see,
into a path back home.
-Zero
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