Silently, you slip away.
The light slowly begins to fade.
In the night you find your shade,
Another form takes your place.
Followed by your own hate,
You start to run, try to escape.
You quickly flee, and do not speak,
So fast that you lose your way.
You've gone so far in this race,
Still you cant reach the place.
Too tired now and its too late,
Turn around to meet your fate.
Behind you, lies a familiar face,
You see yourself, full of rage.
He traps you now in a cage,
Then drags you to the crimson gate.
In there, worse than death awaits,
You look to see old memories.
Anger, fear, and all your pain,
You had forgotten everything .
You awaken from the terrible dream,
Remembering all that you had seen.
The past has shown what you may be,
What you'll become running away.
Face yourself, see your hate,
Both your eyes, glow with rage.
Grasp yourself to find the place,
Within you lies, the bloody key.
The only way to lock the gate,
Forgive yourself for being afraid,
Release the ties of memories,
That which causes all your pain.
Find the truth, its not too late,
It's not the end of the race.
The past is gone, and now you pray,
"Forgive me, all, I was afraid.
Afraid to help, afraid to scream!"
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