nothing but darkness all around,
no one talking, not one single sound.
it's so cold and so lonely here,
this place thrives on all of your fear.
In My Nightmares...
dead plants and shrubs live here these days,
no animals live here,
none bother to stay.
theres nothing but gloom anywhere near,
ever here...
In My Nightmares...
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