Searching
I’ve tasted a morsel of darkness,
In the frantic fleeing from sight.
And I’ve searched in every crevice -
For the thing that let me fight.
- But I couldn’t find the time to stay,
Or the willpower to go.
And because of that I’m stuck in clay -
In the place I used to know.
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