The Dark
In the dark I hear them scream,
Their voices drained and eyes losing gleam,
Most have forgotten why they cry out,
And soon enough their moans will die out,
Yet every time I think they are done,
The screams re-ignite one by one.
I am forever stuck in this hell,
It is driving me crazy so I must too yell.
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