'In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name...' -Phantom of the opera
Lost in the velvety darkness,
slowly sinking in mist.
where is the light that would guide her
or is she doomed to roam?
Lost in the barreness of Nature,
surrounded by inanimate things.
Objects that rise up to engulf her,
till she can breathe no longer.
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