I'm from the dark side that always comes. The smell of piss, and sweat that trickle down, and out, and the ringing in the ears that never fades as your eyes goes fuzzy. The soft murmur of voices that always call from the other side to never forget, and to come back to them.
I'm from the dark shadows that crawl up, and swirl around you as they bring each breath back shorter and shorter. The soft almost delicate trickle of tears that fall down your face, and the shiver that wracks through your body. I'm from the deepest dark depth of the void that always comes for you in the end. Your fear of death taste all so sweet yet bitter.
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