Steps of Darkness

There is a place where the darkness doesn't end
Time there has no place to finish or begin
I can't seem find myself as I spin
the walls slowly surround me in.

Darkness begins to hold its power
Making one believe that it's their hour
Stepping on people as they rise
While proceeding to their place in the sky

As many times I've traveled this way
The darkness seems to surround my day
The only sounds that I hear in the haze
Are whispers of those once in the maze.

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