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Sliding, tumbling, falling, screaming

Walls I have already climbed

I can't again.

Darkness encroaches.

Sharp claws slashing, teeth tearing at flesh

No help to call for,

Nothing but to scream, mindless

If only to wound the uncaring silence

Screaming to be heard

Screaming only to mark the passing

To mark the fall

Because when the screaming stops

That's when I'll be dead.