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Flee My only thought All others blocked out Shadows snapping at my heels I run, terrified of being swallowed Darkness creeps after me slow and heavy Drooling at scented fear My helplessness I wade through this mire of my own creation Innermost feelings, black and musty full of hatred, spite, and lies My tears fueling their pleasure So happy at my despair Darkness whips forward a tendril of loathing and I fall Coated in the tar of my shame I scream It laughs, a hateful, wrong sound that twists my very being Eyes opaque orbs I lay as my darkness reclaims me Whispering sweet poison into my ears My mind an unfocused photog