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The chant of the ancient moon, cast with the rhythm of this only night.
Thoughts of unknown origin surround me, with a consuming grimace.
An irremovable paralysis closing in, as the frown of time lingers in the emptiness.
A symphony of souls, with hands clasping an unreachable solace, echo of past toil and the agony of sorrow.
Eyes peering, unable to see, the fragile reality does flee.
A tangible pool of decay, until only darkness remains.
Fear takes it's grip like a clutching fist, this tormenting tug o war, aching with the silence of inner turmoil, tangled, spirling down.
A sigh of no reprieve, this intruding coat of discontent.
A deep breath to somewhere i don't know.
