Stroll

I walk an endless street.
There is no one here.
Dead gray trees line it.
Light is distant.
Footsteps echo as fog sets in.
I’m lost as the dark world closes in.
I feel safe in this purgatory.
Peace surrounds me,
Even if Hell comes.
I think of why I’m here.
I know what I’ve done.
I deserve this.
So now I stroll down into the darkness,
And wait for my end to come.

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