My solitude provides a reflection.
I have felt a stream of anguish across time.
Lying underneath a heavy blanket of terror.
The same stage is always waiting.
I am surrounded by nightmares.
The beasts are breaking the silence of the night.
Disquiet pain effortlessly enters my soul.
Untangling the mysteries of no escape.
I have wept a million tears from grief.
My gates are opened to the quicksand.

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