I cannot best my foe if I do not face them
But if I face him, I become him
How am I to be victorious
When I cannot even best my own feelings
I march on through these chambers
A Labyrinth in my own mind
The leeches eating at my flesh and kind
What good is Armor when my own Flesh is weak
I will die to this labyrinth for I have no way out
I can only sit here and Pout
Tis a Dungeon I forged myself and it will swallow my soul
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
I cannot best my foe if I do not face them
But if I face him, I become him
How am I to be victorious
When I cannot even best my own feelings
I march on through these chambers
A Labyrinth in my own mind
The leeches eating at my flesh and kind
What good is Armor when my own Flesh is weak
I will die to this labyrinth for I have no way out
I can only sit here and Pout
Tis a Dungeon I forged myself and it will swallow my soul
Wrote these in google docs so now i am gonna post
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