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I struggle through Hell, the times I am here, 

Trudging through this thick and unrelenting fog.

The path that I'm on, I've traveled before,

I know where it leads, it leads to nowhere.

Many a time, I find myself here,

wandering while blind, searching for the way.

Many a time, I vow no return,

Though In no stretch of time, I know I'll reappear.

This place was once my only sanctuary,

In a time long ago, now almost forgotten.

This place is where I could rest, and finally break away.

From the mysterious force the fog has empowered 

The Sun would shine so bright back then.

Arisen and proud, hanging just above.

The fog hadn't found its way thus far, 

The Sun and warmth had kept it at bay.

But soon It will invade and triumph overall.

To take all the light and rape all the life.

Away so far, as almost not to be seen,

the fog emerges with the ever slightest presence.

It waits in the distance, with patients as its weapon, 

Its stealth and stamina unmatched by all.

So slowly and unheard it creeps its way in,

Embraces my heart and fills it with warmth.

It whispers that which I know is but lies.

But in the haze I am blinded, and struggle to see,

What really lies within this gloomy realm.

Dim is the light, it shines to guided my step.

Damp is the cloak, 

Tarnished is my shield, offered to protect.

Unable to escape the grim dark mist,

Where pain and horror thrive within. 

I seek to uncover a new path out of here.

And though I have been amid the fog since,

Exploring the same depths of misery and isolation,

My journey lies ahead, as it has every time before.

I chase the hopes of writting a New end to this tale.

An end unwritten in my past visits here.

This end can be described by the fury that guides my hand,

Yet my hand only writes what It has many times before.