Unknown hands reach out from behind the veil
clinging to me.
Pulling me deeper into their existence.
Night after night I stand in their world.
In the cold stillness of my soul I witness their hell.
Like moths on a flame they cloak me in darkness.
Day after day I stand in my world.
Hearing the soul's cry from the night before.
My footsteps echoing beyond time and space.
I walk alone.
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