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Darkness imprisons my mind

Knowing not what goes on

Slowly beginning to wander

Aimlessly stumbling around

Silence is all that heard

Screams, shouts, nothing

Continuing to walk about

Dillusion begins to set in

Shadows begin to dance

Thoughts of fear arise

Now running without care

Trees begin to appear

Gloomy figures in the dark

Howls and whines are heard

Forest begins to enclose

Tearing, ripping, slashing

Blood begins to flow

Defeat seems eminent

Fatigue begins to set in

Then a soft voice arises

Soothing and yet distinct

Feelings of sanctuary

As lifted from below

Eyes slowly open

As light trickles in

Emotion is now felt

As embraced by another