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You feel so cold.
Your souls been sold.

You run;
trying to escape the sun.
The heat;
but its no easy feat.
The light;
it's so bright.

Down, you go.
Futher & Further.
Darker & Darker.
Untill you don't know,
where you are.

But it's not far.

You feel so cold.
Your souls been sold.

It chases you.
Trying to catch you.
It claws at you.
Grabs hold of you.
You struggle in terror.
The horror;
thats after you.
Is you.

You feel so cold.
Your souls been sold.

You stop and stare.
Your mirror immage.
A perfect likeness,
but full of darkness.
Caught in its cage.
It's rage.
You find yourself unwilling to care.
Do you dare?

You feel so cold
Your souls been sold.