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Tour
A ticket I grasp on my hand,
piece of paper
giving me an entrance
to said a wonderful sight,
sight that would enabled emotions,
stadium like building
with wonderful tones of light was on mind,
yet seems the wonder is place
in the interior of that colorless home,
broken glass, graffiti on walls,
stains of dried red fluid,
shattered alcohol bottles on front,
carefully proceeding to the once said
great sight,
dark, misty odor,
smoke makes presence, stained knifes,
shattered windows,
spider webs making a puzzled place,
led to stairs
which had a path
to an underground space,
a beating sound I hear,
calling my name,
voice once forgotten,
a tour,
yet I was the only tourist,
the line is here,
I followed the path,
chains held from walls,
prison like windows remained close,
an object dangling,
face to face
back with an old friend,
back in a dull dark place,
back to a home I once forgot I left,
having knowledge of the surroundings,
my doings,
my actions,
dangling friend,
my life,
my gold,
had not knowledge the fact,
was no tour,
just a ticket back
to find myself,
was back where I hanged my heart
