The Wanderer


Fire burns my existence, leaving behind a musky fragrance.

Frustration tightens my belt, filling my mind with rattling sounds of the snake.

He bites my flesh. His poison engulfs me in flames.

My spirit quakes in the cold. I walk infinitely.

I'm a wanderer. You drive you nails into my coffin.

Darkness sets in. Children scowl at the mocking rain.

It cries as it hits the ground. I'm falling deeper and deeper the further I delve into the night.

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A woman gets lost in a maze. Her thoughts drive her into madness. She's left with a burning desire to quench her agony.