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Alone yet not really alone.

No warm body beside,

But there is no place to hide

From the shadows:

My pursuers on every side.

 

They lurk and they speak

Awful things and they reek

Of death. Of fire and misery.

Murderous crows with bloody sharp beaks.

Unsinkable ship with a thousand leaks.

 

The voices, these voices

Forever in my head.

Cover my ears but instead

It grew louder and fed

Them more fuel for the fire said.

I cry, but it continues till I'm dead.

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