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I see the darkness all around. It's closing in, and I can almost hear its sound. I see the light, but can I reach it in time? My small area of brightness continues to grow dim, and still the darkness closes in. I can feel it on my hands. It tingles and cuts and burns all at once. I have to start running. If I don't survive the run to the light, at least I'll die with it in my eyes. And still the darkness closes in.
     Swallowed fully, by all my wrongs. Left behind, my hope and love. All the good things I used to know. Now only coldness, and it eats away slow. Slowly yet surely, I feel it on my skin. I feel it take root and feel it dig in. When and where will this hellish nightmare end?
     I see the light, I'm not too far! I reach out to touch it, but it burns like fire! Quickly I withdraw my hand, back into the cool of night. What has become of me? I cannot enter the light. The darkness my witness, the shadows my friend, I leave the all that is good, and walk to hell's end.
     All manner of demons swarm around me, they choke and bite and scratch and blind me, but yet the pain I cannot feel. One by one the let me be, until finally I can once more breathe, and that is when I see the end of my journey.
     At first I'm filled with unexplained joy. Why should I be? What is the meaning for rejoice? And then I see it has all been a ploy, for the devil stands before me, and I, his toy. Continuously we play this game, me forgetting while he sees it always the same. He laughs at every little twinge of pain, and forever will we play this game, for already in the grave have I been lain.

Description
I see the darkness all around. It's closing in, and I can almost hear its sound. I see the light, but can I reach it in time? My small area of brightness continues to grow dim, and still the darkness closes in. I can feel it on my hands. It tingles and cuts and burns all at once. I have to start running. If I don't survive the run to the light, at least I'll die with it in my eyes. And still the darkness closes in.
     Swallowed fully, by all my wrongs. Left behind, my hope and love. All the good things I used to know. Now only coldness, and it eats away slow. Slowly yet surely, I feel it on my skin. I feel it take root and feel it dig in. When and where will this hellish nightmare end?
     I see the light, I'm not too far! I reach out to touch it, but it burns like fire! Quickly I withdraw my hand, back into the cool of night. What has become of me? I cannot enter the light. The darkness my witness, the shadows my friend, I leave the all that is good, and walk to hell's end.
     All manner of demons swarm around me, they choke and bite and scratch and blind me, but yet the pain I cannot feel. One by one the let me be, until finally I can once more breathe, and that is when I see the end of my journey.
     At first I'm filled with unexplained joy. Why should I be? What is the meaning for rejoice? And then I see it has all been a ploy, for the devil stands before me, and I, his toy. Continuously we play this game, me forgetting while he sees it always the same. He laughs at every little twinge of pain, and forever will we play this game, for already in the grave have I been lain.