I hear it calling me, screaming my name, pulling me, holding my soul inside of a empty cage, calling me unwillingly I begin to strain...
Breaking through the barbed wire and consuming chains, I stop as I hear it whisper my name again and again...
Looking into a mirrored door, losing myself, I am nomore. Engulfed into the shadows that remain to be unseen, I tense as my name it starts to scream...
Whipers of chants, over and over I can't excape. I plead for my sanity. The screams I cannot take. The darkness creeps into me I feel my soul break, as echoes of my name it screams again.
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