Darkness,
darkness, shadows and pain
As
deafening as the pounding of a summer's rain
No way
out, no light can be found
Screaming
at the top of my lungs, I utter not a sound
No sense
can be made, no truth can be told
What
dwells beside me makes me old
Before my
time I will be departed
Payment
for something I should not have started
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