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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The winter surmised the fate of its captured. Gripping tight with icy fingers dipped in death. Existent in her demise was the delirium that filled her mind. As she fell into the deprivation of her life, she forgot who she was and how she got here. Her eyes leaked fabricated euphoria derived from her fear. Paradise was here. A synthetic bliss pulling her towards the demons that call her name. Dark entities crawled up her spine with evil whispers that slithered to her ear, "Go back to sleep. Go back to sleep." Immense pain tickled her brain and tears splashed against the back of her skull as "Go back to sleep" whispered once more. Confusion circled her realm again and again. Scorching flames surrounding one's flesh rang in her mind though icy cold chills ran through her bones. She fell deeper into the dissolution of her complexity, closer and closer to the clutch of darkness. Almost nothing but animosity driving all that remained inside of her. Tiny sparks of life painfully dwindling into acceptance. The thought of dying now truly coursing through her veins and consuming her blood. She thought about everything she loved and this drove her wild. She thought about her passion and willingness to live. She wanted to do so much more, she wasn't done here. Her fear of dying stung in her heart. As the pain grew stronger arose her last grasp at life. She is beautiful; Not yet lost in the fight. But something else other than death was lingering inside of her. It was a feeling that she could not explain. Something else manifested in her dying soul. Every cell in her body felt funny. This evil was changing her and driving a new found sense of strength. She was locked into some kind of illusion. She still didn't feel alive and she surely wasn't dead yet so where else could she possibly be? Evil energy lifted her fingertips and new air filled her lungs. Cold blood flying freely through her now. She forgot her name as she rose to her feet, away from the frozen ground beneath her. Her body trembled as she stared at her cold, dark hands. She felt beyond cold as if she was suppose to feel cold. The weird feeling now controlling her soul started to walk. She walked slow with arms held out in front of her. She grunted and moaned while searching for any flesh she could eat. She didn't know why, it just felt right at the time.
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