Nowhere
One day I walkedwithin helpless care.
The wind faintly whispered:
Welcome to nowhere.
The air is always bleak
and the sky is always black.
With demons always feeding
always watching at your back.
And there is never any silence
and never any peace.
Your eyes never stop bleeding.
You are never at ease.
Ideas burn down a stream,
attempting quietly to reach.
But You are never there,
always treasured in sleep.
Whenever the moments
are all but fair
you are always welcome
to this place: Nowhere.
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