Darkness.
The neverending, strangling truth.
You can't hide from it,
For it can attack at any time,
In any place,
In any form.
It can come in your sleep,
Causing dreams to seem more real than reality itself.
It can reach for you
From shadowed corners,
With it's deathly cold fingers,
And drag you down to hell.
Mocking...
Mocking every mistake,
Intentional or not.
This devilish form,
From which there is no escape.
The neverending, strangling truth.
Darkness.
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