Darkness encompassing the last friendly light;
Pressure and pain and that sharp cutting knife
Puncturing your skin with all its force in a fight
On any night, stopping your flight.

It burns and it boils
and for all of your toils
it gives neither hid nor hair
as you slowly suffocate from the lack of air.

Your bones ache,
your skin and muscles are shredded off
and for every quake
you drown and you cough.

It's warm, deathly so.
When everything seems to blow
and you fall.

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