| Flash of light, vision split in two, vile reflex pulsing through
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| Calling out to me from the unknown
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| Gasp for air from a waking dream, silent terror, choking scream
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| I ask this figure now, is this voice my own, No
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| All around dark figures dance, rising higher into solemn trance
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| Self aware as fear replaces you
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| Suspended stasis, synaptic lapse, erratic impulses freezing grasp
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| Comatic vortex outwardly project, relapse
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| Howling shadows stoking fear
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| Apparition cold and near
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| Chained oblivion, choking, drowning in isolation
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| Overture, your return to death, static, burning in dark possession
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| Flash of light, fear replaces you, screaming, frozen, perverse convulsion
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| The reprise, your return to death, reset, zero consolation
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| Then out of spinning body, you vanish in the swarm
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| Gasp for air, waking dream, silent terror, choking scream
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| Howling shadows, stoking fear, apparition, cold and near
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| Spinning out of body, vanish in the swarm
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| Speaking tongues of rapture, the figure I adorn |