Phobic III

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It's habit now, to face
the door
But the evil leaches
through the floor
Consuming everything it sees
And still
That deadly melody

Escaping from your lips
Until
You watch every crevas
It fills
Shrivel up, and
die away
Fear rushing
Through your spine
This is why
You hate the
Dreadful, endless
Night





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