Now frozen in the winter of my years.
There are treacherous times that lie ahead.
The bleeding stains come echoing from the horizon.
Into the darkness the demons take my flight.
A plague of scorpions come stinging from my nightmares.
From beyond illusions my fears are unraveling.
I have seen the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
The essence of my soul has stormed the gates of hell.
My sorrows come dispersing there afflictions.
When silent despair still haunts me.
The reaper comes touching my shadow.

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