Darkness seeps in with every whimper. Tired and caged. He shrivels like a stick Wondering when, wondering why the dust swirls so harshly * The children eye him in realization, as they feed on his agony. The more his life is meaningless, the more their lives are meaningful * Their fangs seep into his skull …
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