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Death's CurseThe void
.it was everywhere
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I can't remember anything
and that colour.
Have I done something wrong? Something terrible? Something
I see a light now
.just a speck, but it grows
Until I can't see anything but it
I can see where I stand.
And I wish I was back in the void.
There were so many; young and old, men and women, even innocent children; all coated in the same colour that seeped about.
They don't move; some have nothing to move; the carnage is too great
And their gazed eyes stare back into mine, the open mouths still screaming their silent scream, and I just can't look away; they look so empty, yet so full of great pain
"You are perfect now
" I turn, startled by the voice; so deep and familiar, but so cold as well
There is a figure, a man perhaps, clothed in