Rhetorical (of Questions)
II turned around to follow, and
I find nothing but hollow
Played with the flicker of a candle, in-turn
it played me with a deceitful gamble.
What scares me is the light, what I am now
accustomed to is dark night
Was there a hard flash, or I
heard a fire crash
I thought that
I arrived at an escape, right?
I turned around to follow, and I
find nothing but hollow
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