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Trapped inside a dying cell

Bound by every limb

I smell the scent of death

Will this be my final hour?



Surrounded by bloodstains in this

Cold, dark empty chamber

Sweat and blood fall to the ground

Fear creeps my lost soul



I hear the whispers in the dark

And I know it’s death calling me

Dark shadows are around me,

Awaiting to take over my mind



They try to seduce me into darkness

And tempt me to give into death

I’m left in this torture chamber

Weak and isolated from the world



Pain, paralyzes my body

I’m exhausted from the hard fall

I can’t fight it anymore

All I can do now is give in