The dark is cold, everyone shivers within its cold hands.
For some it gives comfort, sending chills up and down their spines.
Lies go deep within their thoughts as well as their hearts.
The silent treatment for the souls who lost their way.
The screams that they give frighten many.
the screams warn others of the darkness that corrupted them,
causing them to do horrible things to themselves, as well as others.
The sirens wail to save those whose lives are in jeopardy.
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