Blinding Light
I step into the light
and reveal whats behind me
But when i turn around
All it does is disguise me
As something of a lie
It cheats to get its way
And all i can do is lay
Tired and exhausted
I can fight no longer
My arms are dead
My legs are limp
I have no strength to fight it any longer
So as it drangs me down my own fordged path to hell
I think of what i could have dont diffrently to change this outcome
Be more polite
Be more interactive with people
But look where im at
The fire rides from the depths
Steam above it all
Isn't this supposted to burn?
But yet I just lay here
And stare at the Blinding Light
Fading into the distance...
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