I Need to find the Exit

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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

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