the state
of your mind
is dark and unclear
losing hope
and full of fear
time seems
to be moving
too fast or too slow
the rain begins
to fall
and the wind
begins to blow
surrounded by
a wilderness of demons
you cannot
drown out the words
they speak
and you cannot run away
because you are too weak
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