Hands In The Night

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Grabbing,

Groping,

Pulling,

Screams of pain,

Screams of agony.

I try to run,

But where do you run,

In infinite darkness?

Where's the end?

Where's the begging?

Hands keep reaching for me,

Trying to pull me in.

Closer to them.

Fear,

Panic,

They taunt me.

Mocking,

Haunting laughter.

All the world grows cold.

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