A cobblestone street made of shadows
With lampposts that shelter poems instead of light

I watch the poems flicker out, one by one
Faster and faster, shattering their glass cases
Shards slicing my arms

I know, I know
The poems always warning of where this road leads
All I can do is drag my feet, draw out fate just a little bit longer
Not here again, please not here

The shadows welcome me home