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Imprisoned in walls, sixty feet tall. The fear of the known and scared of it all. Not a world to live in, not a happy place. Racing against Death but He can't keep pace.
It taps into my very core. Then leaks from every darkened pore. Infects, controls, hotwires my brain. Leaves me with the deepest stain. Once in, it's very hard to move.
There lives little creatures called darklings, They thrive out of the light, They fester in the darkness, But come crawling out at night, When the sun won't shine through windows, World a balanced...
From the depths of hell you said I came, a toy you'd yet to play with. Understanding nothing, but your own little games Choices of yours led us here, stances ready, armour on.
I know you're near I can feel your fear Show me how you do appear Fear me not in shadows here I'm ready for the fire you bring I'm dead centre of the ring Will you not cross over and step in.
Tactics have been made, Your pawns they all lie dead. Was this what you meant to do. Your players blood made to be shed. But your king and queen still stand, Your knights, and towers too...
Darkness chilling my bones. Trying to frighten me. Telling me something else is there. When I'm all alone. Darkness blinding my eyes. Trying to confuse me. Telling me to turn around and run.
Before I can can get back to my best. There is one thing that I must do. I have to put and end to all this shit. Cut it away as if it was bonds. Therefore I must do what I always do.
Words locked inside my mind. Not sure what I did this time. Pausing memories intense. Feeling emotions I'm up against. Well I just don't know anymore. Drinking and sleeping on the floor.
So I lay down my head. Done for today, over the hills and far away. So tired from the battle, could as well be dead. All the pigs, the snakes, the flowers and the trees.
Miscellaneous memories drift in my mind A Plethora of emotions that feel so unkind Haunted by faces, a collectiveness mocking The vultures are gathering, mourners are flocking Everyone’s kicking me...