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Lost
Vines crept out of the brick trail like swindlers
Haunting shadows lurked, whispering wishful sins
Promises of protection enticed his selfish delights
And his soul, surrounded by the howling; that old melody of deceit
He welcomed the path of destruction, unaware of the coiling deceptions
There were warnings, each hidden beneath his muddy footprints
Lingering like the promises he had broken long ago
His heart had enough, but his feet trailed forward
Crumbling, the path twisted as flimsily as his intentions
Decaying, he shrunk deeper into the depths of his memory
Dimmed was the reality he once knew, lit only by his left over life
Steep was his hill of secrets, and he stood on the edge
One feeble foot forward was his fate