It’s cold and empty
Empty and still
You blink for a second
Where’s your will?
Many ways to go
All exits out
Follow the empty road
Try not to shout
Your body stays
It rots behind
No one’s inside
No one can dine
We fear what this is
Of what it could be
We all fear death
As strange as it seems
We fear the dark
We fear the monsters
Because they could kill
Less than a second
Where do we go?
What do we see?
The light touches the Earth
And all things leave...
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