a skinny figure
walking down the line...
a shadow
encroaching upon nothingness...
the road
glistening under the moonlight...
the unholy existence
seem to parole...
the leaves rustling...
a sign of silent whisper??
a confident approach...
a well led life...
what to believe...
inhumane brutality or infernal surreality?
the silence makes It deaf
deaf to the world
deaf to the reality
somewhere It knows
It's not a shadow
It's a soul
the dark is misleading
It has got to take hold
take hold of It's path
take hold of It's existence
It treads along
It fears...
It knows
only the dead are dauntless
life is an anomaly
it's got no rules
the rustling leaves
the silent whisper...
"you're not alone..."
It turns around
there's nothing,
but "It"
the sole existence
It paces up
the dark engulfs the seamless
call it Legion
call it Manslayer
the traces are so cold
an inimical night
IMAGINE...
It's your SOUL...
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