Skin burns, senses reel the feel of cold, exposed hands push hard, rise eyes learning to see, hurt warm glow of crimson bleeds bathed in red I stand Steps faltering, unsteady through passages unending whispers in the dark, lights so cold chambers with tubes of crimson red I feel them cry I feel the need Urgency burns me Escaping that which I can not see Scrape of metal Click of dread Tonal murmurs come unknown I feel them cry I feel the need Urgency burns me Stumble into the night Bathed in the moonlit night Skin feels alive Chest so tight I feel them cry I feel the need Urgency burns me Into the unknown Here we go
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