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A lost feeling returning like the feeling to a limb gone to sleep Regrettably the only thing that there is to do anymore is die Life is just the training ground for death, and the after life If you even believe in the after life that is, hardly anyone does Keep the children hidden under the stairs and the dogs outside The darkness creeps in through the windows and takes over Seeping slowly toward the foot of the bed, and climbing in Feels kind of warm in a way, kind of like when soup gets cold Kind of like when the sun pops out from behind the clouds Only to run and hide again, and then all goes cold, a chilling wind Forget about what you have been told, nothing is true anymore The only things that matter are what await you on the other side Those things aren't good either, they wait to destroy you A reign of destruction from within, when the lights go out When the sun fades and the moon takes over, to carry you into the night