The Reaping

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He came from within, ripping skin, glowing eyes showcasing the end; wicked grin.

A door squeaks in darkness. My heart peaks, he's come to reap!

Crooked teeth piercing skin, nails digging in, I counted to ten.

Pain; I couldn't wake, couldn't see, except for glinting eyes.

Agonizing screams didn't take, yet bones continued to break.

Echoes bouncing of walls; whispers of the damned.

Shallow breaths, body quakes, nearing the end.

The veil has been opened.

Pulled down, dragged under.

My heart surrenders.

Hell came.

Silence.

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