The Afterdark
Hell.
Where the air is stagnant and choking.
The abyss, the lake and the black hole.
The eternal sleep happens here in sheol.
Purgatory, limbo, hades and the netherworld.
Whatever you want to call this waste land.
He can take you in your sleep.
You never know when your last moments may be.
He prays on you.
Oops, I mean preys.
He whispers your name from the deep.
Perpetual annihilation.
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