Maze
My scars,like memories of the future,
indicate the obvious truth.
My blood,
like the sirens deafening call,
presents the reality.
My screams echo in my head.
Thoughts of death are all-consuming.
Pain is all I know.
The calling of the juggernaut,
it is relentless.
I seem to have lost all consciousness.
I think of my existence,
and i become rapt,
forever.
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