You Win


I thought I could make the last stretch
…run the last lap
Like a fool, I thought I could outrun you
But you’ve broken me
Tore me down like an old house
But, what difference does it make?
The house has been empty for years
Left to itself
Falling to ruins
Once filled with joy and life
Yet you destroyed it so efficiently that even the memories have taken their leave
And the ghosts have gone their way
All that’s left is the Darkness that, for all those many years, had lain silently beneath

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