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it's like a I feel it here, a bitter cold creeping in , a chill up my spine, theres a fear like a shadow , just out of sight , just beyond the light, and I feel the eyes of it upon my back , on my face , hidden in darkness and murky depths, it's following me , mimicking my every step, my every breath, my every move, I know it's there even though it won't let me see, see it's face, see it's eyes, I know it hungers for my flesh, desires the taste of my blood, it wants my soul to dewvour slowly, exquisite pain ,bleed my very heart dry , while I weep in mournful sobs , it waits there just beyond the light, in shadows it plots , waiting for the time when there is no more light, only the night, when it can taste my skin and quiet my lips