The shadows gather.
My dread grows,
As the stroke of death
Falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me,
And darkly,
My essence drips to the
Cold,uncaring tombstones
In a strange and terrible glee.
I call your name while,
Death's shadow laughs cruelly.
Now alone,
My cry of mercy,
Falls upon darkened eyes
............................THIS IS MY HELL...................................
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