
Painting Credit: Demons -Life in Pixels
The clock shrieks, a banshee's cry,
The air thickens, the world goes dry.
Whispers crawl beneath my skin,
A deranged voice, a twisted grin.
—
Shadows stretch with soulless eyes,
The mirror cracks, revealing lies.
I scream, but none can hear my plea,
My mind teeters, set to flee.
—
The ground gives way, the void calls near,
I reach for light, but it disappears.
Silence swallows, the darkness calls,
"Surrender now, and lose it all."
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