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HAVEN
Moving with the black shadows of the night
The feeling comes over us
Like a quiet wind after the clock strikes midnight
Its movement is simple and yet undetected
It comes for that which lies inside a soulless body
For the fog that settles within a thing no longer human
It attacks and a crimson river steadily releases the dark emotions
An angry red is let loose and the world crumbles
Becoming twisted and un-ashamed
Spirals and turns
Ups and downs
The motion is sickening
And all hope of release is gone
We no longer know where we are
The floor beneath us is hard and cold
Darkness surrounds us completely
Bars prevent us from leaving this chilling place
A cage
We are contained by something we have brought upon ourselves
A life we have chosen seemingly by mistake
Vision is obstructed by clouds lying up ahead
And we are eager to be set free from this prison
The shackles are loosened but our wrists continue to burn
Taking a small step, we are allowed to explore our new world
We breathe in the thin air and discover something
This darkness has a taste
The taste is original and cold
Smooth and steady
It moves yet it is constant
It surrounds yet it is not there at all
Its presence is blank yet it gives off emotion
This taste is not like the one of the living
It is special
Made just for us
We can live with this darkness
This feeling of being dead
This emptiness that seems to fill us up to the brim
We can learn to keep this
To even enjoy this
And while the others are walking around loose in their artificial world
We will stand by and watch
Knowing that our world is real
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