Nothing
Always walking down the dark path,
Familiarized with every detail.
Nothing new
Nothing old
Just the silent footsteps,
Of a broken soul.
No one hears her cries
No one sees her struggles
Her broken soul follows the darkness,
Aimlessly walking to a destination unknown.
Nothing new
Nothing old
The dark embraces her,
Chilling her to the bone.
No one hears her plead
No one sees her fall
She helplessly fuses with the dark,
While another broken soul shows,
Infected with the same dreaded mark,
Replacing her footsteps with his own.
Nothing new
Nothing old
Just the silent footsteps,
Of a broken soul.
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