The thunder rolls among the ashen clouds outside,
I tried to escape, but there is no where to hide.
The shadows on the wall are clinging to my shape,
The hallowed echoes of moaning piercing to escape.
The slow beating of the raindrops tapping non stop,
Senseless hamster wheel of life, pushing till I drop.
Standing tall against the labyrinth of my thoughts,
Fantasizing of my golden life until I am caught.
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