lost people,
left with naught to do but drift,
drift within the mindless mist,
lost and forgotten and some say forsaken,
god and angel alike unshaken,
the piteous screams long since faded away,
into a night far too dark to say,
gone to despair and endless sorrow,
and never to see a hopeful tomorrow,
their wills and loves never to be unbound,
forever lost and never to be found.
 
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