Fate

Folder: 
Death

What did you hope to find here

Did you hope to escape your fear

All your hopes, I know, are dead

Eyes are filling with the dread

No way out, no place to call home

No air to shout, forever you’ll roam

In fear of your past, afraid of your thoughts

You continue to run, you’re already caught

You run on forever, passing by all the lands

Little do you know that you’re in Death’s Hands

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i'm in a good mood today--can't you see? no, really, i am. honestly!!

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