I lay in the darkest room, The door is locked, at chains I grasp The chill runs through my bones In panic I grief. oh please help me die... The walls close in on my existence Unreal illusions re-appear Darkness increases still... Frozen illusion I lay in the darkest room As images appear once more... The chill runs through my bones My body is stiff as my soul departs the earth.
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