Knock, Knock


Knock, knock
Tap, Tap
There is a rapping at my soul's door
A fire burns down in my chest
It rises to my face, to my head
A hand clamps around my throat
Darkness fills my sight
I am rising, I am leaving
An icy tendril trails my spine
And then I am gone...

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