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Clearing out this quiet space we used to call our own

emptying out these memories and burning them alone.

Void caller speaks louder now, death becomes new home

words seem to fail me now, they never have before

It no longer matters, fate knocking on the door.

Hand grows from the black, tells me to come back

reaching for the door, resisting his allure

cold air fills the room, feels of certain doom

hypnotic gaze awakens, entire body feels shaken

the world feels much smaller in the wake of the void caller.

Do I follow this messenger of fate?

Do I grasp this hand of banished light?

nothing is so certain as of late

the unknown grows tempting and I might.

Oppressive darkness envelops my form

holding me back from a righteous path

the pressure consumes all I know

will I ever feel the same again?

All seems hopeless

no reason to hold on

everything the same on the surface

all seems hopeless, all is hopeless.