It's closing in.
The darkness.
The silence.
The empty void.
The fighting is no more.
All is nothing.
And nothing is all.
But above all else,
The quite is deafeningly calm.
Lonely even.
Left to rot.
To wander.
Escape was lost too long ago.
This is punishment.
Banned,
To the corners of my own forgotten soul.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
