every shadow that stares
wraps the cold hands around my throat
as it brings me down it's shadow
taking my warmth, my light
drowning in a floor
that seems to be only a fog
as I fall I can't breath
cracks form as it seeps into
my mind draining my will
as my breath fights
for each breath
that it wont get
until I become a shadow
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC
every shadow that stares
wraps the cold hands around my throat
as it brings me down it's shadow
taking my warmth, my light
drowning in a floor
that seems to be only a fog
as I fall I can't breath
cracks form as it seeps into
my mind draining my will
as my breath fights
for each breath
that it wont get
until I become a shadow
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