Descent

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I labor, surrounded in the fog.
Daylight fades, feet riddled with pain.
Somewhere from the gray, a haunting voice.
The invisible song of insanity.
It warms one cheek, chills the other.
I turn, chin against my chest.
Infinite silence fills the rest.
I must resist.
A bead of sweat finds a tear,
and drops gently into the sweet unknown.
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