My etchings and runes have taken form
Crafting a refuge so golden and warm
Seals bound me up high on the walls
I could hear no one’s insistent calls
Quell the rancid anguish within
Whispers make my thoughts spin
Platitudes ringing round and round
Till the Void consumes all sound
The pulsation of heartbeats screams
Thirst tearing at my mind’s seems
Maybe one day I’ll find peace
When the nightmares cease
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