Never Ending - Poem
Endless mirrored path,
Leading down to nothing.
Reflecting fields of sorrow,
Strewn with piles of burning flesh.
Glowing eyes stare across at me,
Radiant in the cold blue night.
Pain a happy vacation,
To the land of the dead.
Nevermore to be elated again,
I wander aimlessly,
Without a ray of illusion,
In this palace of the One.
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