A voice is heard
Calling out to me
To fall into the well
A ghost I suppose
Woe that goes untold
Suspecting death is desired
I take a cautious step forward
Hearing the words carrying her misery
It draws me inMore and more
How much her past
Hurts her
Curses her
Binding her to the well
Similar to one's own personal hell
No one to love
Except those who are damned
Those she chooses to be forever
Joining her in her personal well
I guess my time has come
Legs trembling for a moment
Before my movements
Became sure as steel
One step after another
The well draws closer
One
Two
Three
And the well has consumed another
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