I have wandered these desolate halls for so long
That the screams of my Demons
Are almost my song.
I have scratched messages on walls
Admitting my guilt,
But the truth still appals.
My searches for wealth
Have just swallowed my health
And when love I attempt
I just suffer contempt.
For those that I killed
I feel no remorse
Though their rictus filled grins
Still can haunt me, of course.
Now I think I have spent too much time in this place
It is time now to live
With a smile on my face,
So I think all my steps I must try to retrace
And look for a sign
Marked EXIT.
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Owain Glyn
