My thoughts allure me back to my darkest roads...
They captivate my life once again...
And force me to stay there…
In my gloomy room...
This mind never fails to seduce me...
Never fails to make that fantasy of an accident
death...
Appealing...
That dance of fading...
That reality of a falling soul...
Always,
Enchants me back...
My shadowy shell then seems very tempting to creep
back into...
And so...
I retreat.