Oh so sleepless

From the long, long river, a world of struggle

From falling deep into the bitterest insomnia my words all muddled

Empty was the hazy night and the water in one long line

Empty of all life, the biting pain of the metal was all mine

In my palm was the skeleton key

In earshot was the rhyme of honeybees

Why would they call so deep into the night

Why did I not know to ask, as I walked into the archaic rite

Upon me befell the lurking beast common to all labyrinths

Upon me feel the fate of all tragedies, heroic strength

Caste aside by fate’s many threads

Caste blind into the silence of the many pathway’s of the afterlife – dead.


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