Something within us lurking in shadows,
Crawling grimly to venture out to face,
A stalker gazing through your windows,
The war of good and evil, it’s a race.
The corpse corrupts when the evil treasures,
When the rival feigns as a trusting friend,
Oathing a chaos of pleas and pleasure,
Abyss of voids where the darks and deeps blend.
Into the chilling embrace they allure,
Without a doubt they would make you suffer,
Then it laughs at you as ills have no cure,
Time not heals but only makes it rougher.
When you grasp, it’s already too late,
You can’t exit from the same entered gate.
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