Through the chambers of his mind,
knowing not what he might find,
he races.
And as he climbs a narrow stair,
he at the top sees watching there,
these faces.
He flees into another room,
and conemplating certain doom,
he paces.
So still he searches through his head,
but he of late finds only dead,
grim places.
They test him, scanning deep his brain,
and still they ask, "Is he quite sane?"
...no traces.
And thus at length he finally dies.
His file a man with weary eyes
erases.
-D.B.
Author notes
Yeah, I know this one's kinda creepy and grim overmuch, but it came to me, and as usual, if it comes to me, I write it. Haven't gone goth on you or anything, don't worry!
Dan
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