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This dark oblivion.
Like the demon’s chaos,
Like the moon’s watchful eye.
This dark trickery,
The angels’ macabre,
Like a needle in your spine,
Like ice against your flesh.

These creeping shadows,
Like razor-sharp glass,
Like blades in the dark,
These murky shadows,
The underworld’s plaything,
Like too much alcohol,
Like a blow to the head.

This swirling portal,
Like the grandfather clock,
Like a grazing, silver hand,
This forceful portal,
The shattered memories,
Like a midnight thunderstorm,
Like the waves that pull you down.

This endless tunnel,
Like a murder unnoticed,
Like being unconscious,
This freezing tunnel,
The emotions wasted,
Like eternal December,
Like your frostbitten face.

This forever darkness,
Like a still-born child,
Like the water you drowned in,
This perpetual darkness,
The anchor on your feet,
Like her eyes as you fell deep,
Like her heart as you disappeared at the bottom.

This is it, chum,
No, it can’t be.
You’re frozen forever,
So cold, I’m dying.
Are you afraid you’ll be lonely?
Hold me, I’m scared.
Are you afraid of death?
I had people who loved me.
Are you afraid of the nothing?
I’m slipping away.
Are you afraid of the dark?
…always.