The smoke blinds
The flames rise
Yet I’m no closer to my goal

The pain gets worse
My sanity bursts
Yet I’m left to roam

I reach for something
I come up with nothing
Still drifting far away

I seem to be lost
Numb from Hell’s frost
No one hears me pray

I can’t remember
A lost letter
Somewhere written in stone

Looking for direction
Who’s that in my reflection
Still reaching for my goal

I’m running out of time
The clock slowly winds
Still looking for the path

I’ll soon be forgotten
My pillow is sodden
Father time yields his wrath

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