darkness closes in,
a black veil over the eyes of men,
a feeling of uncertainly,
a boat on a lake of eerie thoughts.
unable to see, unable to move
the bitter sweet taste of metallic crimson fluid.
a darkness of which you forced,
a darkness of which the exit is clear,
to forget, to give up, to give in to this fear.
one last burst,
you're now on the shore,
and there you are standing
in front of deaths door.
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