Swirling mist writhes like spectres on the forest floor
Blinging vision, muting sound of falling rain
I know not where I am, which path to take
For every choice leads me only to tormenting pain.

The mist conceals me, but from the corner of my eye
I see the dark shapes dart from tree to tree
I turn my head, gone, vanished from direct gaze
But I know in my heart they have come for me.

I know these demons, I've met them here before
They thrive on fear and feast upon despair
To banish them I need the dazzling light of faith
But I cannot summon aid nor have the energy to care.

For I am lost, my soul fragmented and dispersed
There is no me, if indeed, there ever was an I
The fallen angels have me in their bitter grasp
And carry me away, with triumphant cry.

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