In those days 

In those days of darkness

My only salvation was a voice

Beckoning, teasing, whispering 

The only silence amidst the noise 

In those days I lingered 

Blindly through corridors 

That sole voice guiding 

Through my mind’s many floors

I went through various levels 

Empty rooms and solid walls

Through this place I’ve traipsed 

Bloodied by many falls 

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