the wind chilly
I turn,
Walking deeper into the abyss
Something's coming
Hard, fast
Lightning cracks the ground beside me.
I shiver.
Wake, wake
the morning comes,
but there is no sun,
only darkness
Where to run?
Nowhere, Anywhere.
The ice is chilling.
I drink.
Ah, that's it.
There goes the click.
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