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The phantom creeps up from the dark,
Caressing my tearstained face,
Leaving its notorious mark,
Whilst I gaze at the haunting stone mace,
Memories wash upon me,
The guilt trapping me in its lair,
Reminding me of what I used to be,
While the world begins to glare
The suffer and the pain,
The clock ticks are ongoing,
Listen to the despair inside the rain,
The silence is growing,
The decision was made a long time ago,
That is my high from the lowest of lows
