Wind blows as the whispers flow,
Across this graveyard cold.
Nothing to see,
Nothing you hold,
Except a creepy feeling right inside your soul.
Remembering how you escaped,
Running still as if you're out of fate.
-clink- as you dropped your lantern,
No one else to care bout your concern.
Alone in the ghost hour,
With all the morgues covered.
U see the glow,
that funny feeling you once was told,
Was starting to be unfold.
As you know this is where your story began,
Totally different from everyone else in the descent.
How glad you made it out,
Of that unsolvable problem which came about.
Relief.
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