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David Hutton Jul 2017
The troubles buried deep in past.
Life doesn't look like it will last.
Finding a way-out,
His final check-out.
May the other-side be a contrast.
David Hutton Jul 2017
Darkness haunts when I'm all alone.
Feeling like the Antarctic Zone.
Suspended motion,
drift in open ocean.
Drowning body, this tomb I disown.
David Hutton Jul 2017
In the dark they're determined.
Little mutters of feral sermons.
Creeping up within me,
Feeling very beastly.
Countless voices full of vermin.

— The End —