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In this endless void, the walls stood tall

Like a maze that barricaded these empty halls

My eyes were wide open, yet it seemed like I was blind

In pitch-black darkness, sheds a subliminal light

Not a jest, it really was

Shall I convince you, then, perhaps?

A sudden gush of wind that pulled me through this narrow room

Doors creaking close, hushing me to my own doom

Floors reaching my feet, tingling me to my deepest fears

Shrieking loud, yet none a single soul can hear

Begging like a coward as I cried in pleasing terror

Oh, you poor human, were you really in despair?

In pain, I seek for more

Quite a shame, was it worth living for?

I am as naive as a rat

I have fallen right into my own trap

Prickling are the tears as sharp as icicles

Flowing right into my lips,

A taste of regret and pure affliction

Shall I bury me

when this mind is already funereal

Shall I save myself, when I know in death

I am perennial?

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