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Out of the Darkness

Follow the trail, while I make it,
I am alone, you are lost.
This encasing maze of nightmares,
Seems hard to mark.
Your time is short, it flows quickly,
Hear my feet, make hast,
Or the voices in my head.
The centre is near, the door is open.
As you enter,
A pale figure contorted through pain,
Swallowed in blood.
Tears merge with shock waves.
You were late, my blade wasn't,
I'm dead on the inside,
Now watch what I do to the outside.
You watch,
My blood against cold stone,
Your screams echo out of the darkness,
Cold
Silent
Whispers.




Poetry by deathsdestiny
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 02:37

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