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Jul 2010
Creeping darkness surrounds me
slowly incing forward
And I stand in the midst of it
Desperately searching for a way out
A bony hand surges forwad
clutching at my ankle,
digging deep into my skin
I shiver in fear
And begin the futile attempt to pry it off
The darkness is still closing in
And the overwhelming sound of soul aching screams
echo in my ears
Can no one hear me dying?
Summer '08
Written by
Rin Spins
491
   --- and John Edward Smallshaw
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