The sweet smelling morning air

takes me to a land afar and fair

in beauty has no match,yet beware

of monsters enticing,lurking in shadows

waiting to pounce and trap it bows

in time towards you,maybe they reside

not in lands unblemished: inside

they live and corrode me.Demons

of my own actions haunt sinister souls

Fighting them,i need the Light:the embers

are dying down.Nothing seems to show

except my naivety.The battle grows tense; the row

unbearable. Yet learn to live without

I do,while dying my death at my own hands within


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