Misplaced person beyond perimeters.
Born in the wrong place and time.
This has no meaning to me now.
I am compleatly forgotten by life.
My days are slowly ebbing away.
And I can only notice the darkness.
Creatures are nw out for blood.
They hunt the fox 'til extinction.
My flesh is pale and diseased.
I am a ghost on the otherside.
The silent person screams.
Louder than any known sound.
byMark Parry.
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