My voice,
It echoes in the darkness,
I hear no reply,
As if I’m talking to no-one,
Then an answer,
A familiar voice,
Sounding nothing like mine,
More like a pigment of my imagination,
I submit to the power,
Giving myself to the darkness,
Losing touch with my senses,
My body and mind grow cold,
My eyes close,
I feel it’s time to go,
The show is over,
Everything is silent.
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