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Maze

 Moonlight seems pale.

Everything starts to fade 

As I move through the maze.

I don't know how it's going to end.

Stealing away my breath.

I try to restore reality by taking meth.

But this horror never ends.

Met people along the haze.

Being wreckedly amazed by the mesmerizing maze.

Maze of roses and thrones.

Everybody finding their own paths.

But soon I realized there is no end to this maze.

Falling through the same traps and lanes.

But why I get so amazed?

This questions always gives me pain.

I still go on finding their answers.

Beating around the bush.

Practicing futile moves.

Like a dancer.

Who's never going to perform.

My body starts to deform.

Walls starts to collapse and fall.

I start to become humongously tall.

Like a giant I squash.

Over this bloody maze.


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