Mist decends
Leaving me to wander
These empty streets

A figure
My beacon of hope
Illuminates in the distance
I step forwards

Waiting for the bliss
of holding you, of kissing you
You can save me
You can take me away from here

But it was an illusion
You we're never waiting for me
I knew it, though I didn't want to believe it
I am swallowed by the labyrinthine mist
To be no more than you

The End

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