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SINister

Alone, in the darkness,
And there's nowhere to hide.
Can't tell if I'm conscious,
I think I'm out of pride.

Empty is my vision,
Hiding forever, black.
I need a decision,
Wait... What's behind my back?

Hear the glass-shattering shriek,
Or is that just my head?
My knees are getting weak,
Cause soon, I might be dead.

Can I see a shadow,
In light drowning blackness?
My breath is so shallow,
Save me from this madness.

A draft makes me shiver,
But where did it come from?
So I start to quiver,
Now my body is numb.

Here, I'm stuck in nothing,
I am covered in fright.
Save me, I am begging,
Just show one tiny light.

AprilMayJune

@AprilMayJune

Life is just writing without an eraser.

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