Reflecting on memories out of the past.
Fleeting terror comes as I shutter to the bone.
My agony has taken over.
My soul is completely crushed.
Where is my rope of strength?
That will not strangle me in the darkness.
Where is the silence that will not touch me?
When death stalks the night.

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