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Cassandra Foxx Sep 2013
The whispers turn to echoes here.
This place where darkness thrives
and secrets hide.
You hear it breathing.
It calls your name.
Hidden in the corner,
you clench your mask of light..
What once was bright is fading.
The dark is overtaking it.
For a moment, there is quiet.
Your heart is pounding
palms are sweating.
Hold it together..
Cries from the past are creeping in.
They'll find you here.
These memories will consume you.
Their intent is clear.
They will never let you get out alive.
On ****** hands and blistered knees,
You'll crawl away.
Fumbling across the glass filled floor
From all the broken mirrors
that promised something more.
Blindfolded by the dark
You pray.
When the tears started,
you can't quite tell.
Times stands still here.
If it weren't so cold
you'd think it was Hell.

— The End —