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I wake to see a wall
Made of matter so bright
That it's pitch black
First I see the gray wisps
Floating and hovering above the mass
Then I see the arms
They are red
They pull away from the dark mass
The dark mass that is it's body
And they reach
The arms grab all they can
Pulling everything into the hazy black
Consuming all
Stepping closer, I am confronted
I do not run
Overcome with fear
Then I understand
First I smell it
The smell of meat
On a barbeque
Roasting in a fire
Then I see it
The bodies of people
Scattered across the floor of my room
How did I not notice this?
Instead of running
I try to stand
But I am already too weak
And I sink to my knees
Fear is up
Terror is down
Fear is right
Terror is left
Fear is inside
And terror is outside
I know I can not escape this fate
So I wonder how
How did this black haze get such 
strength? 
It started off small
Growing bigger with each person
Every victim it killed
They each were scared
Fueling it
Until they burned in the fire
Causing their fear to go into the air
Then spreading like a disease
Catching me
I caught it
I got sick
Sick with fear
But I have to admire
This haze's fury
It goes on without end
Ambitious to get us all
And it does
It will
Eventually
Then I realize something
If I run from my fear
I will run forever
Never getting away to a safe place
Then I develop a new emotion
Curiosity
I want to learn more about this
So I put my hand in my bed
Using all the support I can get
And I stand
I hear a soft hissing
As I know it is talking
I just don't understand yet
I want to learn this language
Leaning in, the hiss and sizzle
Become clearer
Louder and louder
Beginning to make sense
The arms reach out again
This time they come for me
They grab me
They start to pull
I am tempted to resist
To get away
But I know the others
The dead cowards
They tried to run
And just look where they are now
So I decide I will be different
I want to be a first
So when the wisps lick my ankles
I jump
Right into the black mass
Into the arms
They hug me
I feel the warmth
The fire is bright now
And I understand it
The fire wants me
I let it have me
And then
I burn, too.
I wake to see a wall
Made of matter so bright
That it's pitch black
I recognize this
And now I understand
I have to run.
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