Along the deepest recesses of his desires
Fought tooth and claw against his fate
A losing battle he was unable to forfeit
His eyes burned with the fire of wont
He cannot abandon this dangerous haunt
Ruminating on the paths he has tread
filled his heart and soul with infinite dread
The black haze that filled his mind and heart
Slowly but surely was pulling him apart
As the end neared and the haze lost its form
He found himself in the eye of the storm....
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