I am trapped; as they say, like a rat. Inexcapable from this likely fate I hate bound myself into. Quickly closing in is the darkness that is my enemy. The Shadow Dweller. Reapers of the well being an heathily striving. Cousin to the Reapers of the ill and sickly kind. They close in, suffocating me. I cannot breath, in the fumes of their deathly breath; Stealing away my precious air. Intoxicating is their deep, dark, hypnotic gaze. 'Save Me' I cry. though ever silent is my voice. I have been cought in a web of foggy darkness. There is no escape. For I am now lost with in their shadows.
Embrace your fate...
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