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Beckoning

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In my hour of weakness, I forget what it means to be strong
It's calling to me, beckoning me with its hypnotic song
I feel the breeze brush my skin, it’s been so long
Its melody moves me yet my gut tells me that this is wrong

Dense fog blankets the city street
Cold, wet pavement slaps against my bare feet
Its voice grows louder yet remains ever-sweet
As I follow blindly along the path of concrete

Streetlights extinguish at the promise of dawn,
In dimmed darkness, I see its towering outline spawn
Memories rapidly flash and shutter; I was its pawn
Shell-shocked, the trance is now gone

Thick warm tears stream down my face
As my heart yearns for one more embrace
I know its sins will never be erased
I scream for it to leave this mortal place

Its song ends and it fades out of sight
Abandoning me at the brink of daylight
I tell myself that I will be alright
And that next time, I’ll be strong enough to fight

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Written by SilverJaye
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