In shadows thick where silence weeps,
The fog rolls in—its secret keeps.
A mournful veil, a breathless moan,
It swallows light, leaves hearts alone.
This cursed ground, where echoes stay,
Of laughter lost and minds astray.
A prison forged from sorrow’s seam,
Where memories drift like half-formed dreams.
No stars to guide, no dawn to see,
Just whispers caught in memory.
Each step you take,...
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