An Empty Soul
As the time creeps near
Hold back your fear
Swallow that lump
Did you hear that bump?
Creeping creeping creeping ever
so close
No one recognizes the danger, no one knows
A chill runs up your spine, fear
grows
Ice in the air as the wind blows
Barely holding strong, pushing down the scream
Solid darkness not a single sunray nor light beam
Knowing its so close you can taste its stink
Quickly over taken you no time to think
Fear collapses your legs, dead stops your feet
You know for sure this time its death that youre destin to meet
The lump in your throat impossible to swallow
Finally you lay yours eyes on those that will always remain completely hollow...
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