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The Black Mass

The endless stairs,
The random black mass,
Startled in my path,
I take a step back.

Not knowing what to do,
I stop and look,
Seeing the rail,
I gazed down at what I took.

Not knowing what to do,
I try to turn,
But the black mass surrounds me,
I realize I’m at the point of no return.

Not knowing what to do,
I cower down,
I take a breath and think,
I’m gonna drown.




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