Dungeon of the mind
Locked in a dingy pot hole
Liquid leaking from cracks in the ceiling
No sign of life, Not one soul
The sense of emptyness is not apealling.
Bounded in chains that i need to brake
How do I traverse this baron wasteland
Brain plays treaturous tricks, I need to escape
Sentanced to death by satans cold black hand.
Im trapped in this dungeon
Need a get away plan.
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