Lost
No one will be waiting around the bend,
Neither enemy nor friend.
Darkness awaits at each turn,
The shadows at every touch do burn.
Tremors run through the body as nothing is in sight
All is unknown but the certainty of plight.
Determination dwindles at every step taken.
The mind loses its wit as emptiness is awaken.
No one will be waiting around the bend,
Neither enemy nor friend.
Darkness awaits at each turn,
The shadows at every touch do burn.
Tremors run through the body as nothing is in sight
All is unknown but the certainty of plight.
Determination dwindles at every step taken.
The mind loses its wit as emptiness is awaken.
