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An ethereal space, devoid of all stars,

of anything the Cosmos can show.

I recollect my senses, of sight, hearing and touch,

am I now the essence of my soul?

I observe my surroundings, watch the hard walls

no exit, no entrance, just me

Or so did I think, then in the corner I saw

a lady, so frail did she seem...

My vision sharpens, my hearing does too,

what are these instruments I hear?

A sense of disgust, I feel it in my core

as my vision grows totally clear.

The fragile lady, a severed head in her hand

she stays still as i look in dismay

I'm motionless at first, entirely frozen

besides her my rotting body lays.

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The more my eyes are focused on the lady,

The more contorted are the walls.

They take on forms of the horrible creatures

The monsters that made me look so small

I come to my senses, and at once look away

A split second, the walls are just fine

Unscathed untouched, completely unaffected

They are, but not for long, and so am I

Mother