The Path by Owen Jones

I walk the path
which cannot be seen.
I lie with the darkness
where no-one has been.
I drink of a fluid
which is stronger than bile.
I kill all my enemies
which makes me smile.
I destroy everything
which is but a single touch.
I devour truth
which is used too much.
I reject the sun
which shines too bright.
I endure in pain
which is my source of might.
I have humbled eternity
which I am now bereft.
I have come full circle
which is the path I left.

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