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-TheTempted.pt.1- Running From The Temptor   Somthing is back there! There is no way out. Blackened is my tunnel , And more so in front and back. Constant in my failing antics, I presume to hear only the same pitch in my moral behavior.   Cant stop now! Red is the blood I shed. I am pinned to the wall, always finding comfort in one less dirrection. I must get moving faster or hiding will slim distance.   Im almost there! As I see light up ahead I lose all controll. I try so hard to get there I nearly drop dead. I lie in the empty road and wait for death. -The tempted pt 2- The Temptor (went on at the same time) There

I never know how to start. I feel like water stopped by a plug. The deapest pool of myrk slowwed by a beavers dam. Thoughts being filtered through coarse soggy branches always leaves a mark on my soul. Most inside trying to escape , like the rising dew from my mouth. Its cold. Begging for mercy. Thoughts crumbling. The voice asks what im thinking but the lie says "nothing" Staring into blankness now. So dark as the shimmering light calls my name. A suttle voice tells me of not worrying. But only i have the key for the door of thoughts. When does it stop? Maybe im insane. No 1 knows my thoughts. Do I really want to open the door? Da