Twisting halls and bending doors,
Moving halls, sinking floors.
Endless mazes, pounding heart,
Illusions tear your mind apart.
Whirling head and racing thoughts,
Shaking hands, throat in knots.
You're running fast. You're fixed in place.
Who's behind you?
A hollow face.
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