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Tested i am pulled into shadow,

past the eyes of men

my skin crawls as to my minds horrors

i grasp for air,i try to breath

but the decay of sorrow overwhelms me

threw my own burning watery eyes

i make out a figure

it is me of past,a lesser me

he laughs and whispers incomplete incantations

binding me to magic and creation

no longer a dream the nightmare runs rampant

it is free,it breaks control it has no shackles

my blood thickens,my heart races,fear grips me

i am at the mercy of my own mind ,my own soul

tested i am pulled into shadow

past the eyes of men