VISITORS FROM THE PAST
VISITORS FROM THE PAST APPROACHING SLOWLY BUT SURELY TAKING OVER, CONSUMING, DRAGGING, DRAGGING ME BACK INTO THAT PIT. THAT PIT THAT I WORKED SO HARD TO GET OUT OF....YET I SEE MYSELF GOING BACK IN...I WON'T I MUSTN'T...IT'S SO EASY TO FALL BUT I MUST FIGHT TO RISE...RISE ABOVE THESE NIGHT SKIES.....AN EXISTENTIAL DILEMMA CRIPPLING THOUGHTS OF A FATE UNIMAGINABLE, OF A TERROR SO DEEP CAN'T BARE ETERNAL SLEEP. COLD REPOSE, CONSCIOUSNESS FROZE. THE SOUND OF DEATH IS A WHISPER IN MY SOUL.....
I LIVE WITH THIS HAUNTING GIFT, I'M SPLIT ASUNDER I WONDER WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS BLISS?....PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE...NO PURPOSE JUST FEAR....I'M STAGNATED HERE.....
I LIVE WITH THIS HAUNTING GIFT, I'M SPLIT ASUNDER I WONDER WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS BLISS?....PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE...NO PURPOSE JUST FEAR....I'M STAGNATED HERE.....
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