Fear, only fear, that you feel.
Time, only time, that stalks
each hour, and each direction.
Night, that harbors darkness,
and despair.
To sleep, to dream...to disappear,
into that Night.
The void, descending, like a phantom,
Stealing flesh, stealing thoughts.
Knowing not of waking, knowing not of
feeling, knowing not...of being.
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