To long I have dwelt in this place
Without name, without face
This dreary wasteland
Of beckoning souls
Who have become lost
Unto the deathly pull of this place
Without name, without face
To long have I dwelt in morbid seclusion
Tortured, rendered in my own delusion
Of truth and fiction
Becoming a written desert
Where none but the empty thirst
Lost muted caught in seclusion
Bound, entrapped by their own delusion
Too long I say
Warped by this place
Without name, without face
Masked and barren
Secluded
Deluded
This place
Neither name nor face
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