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I stare into the darkness at the endless abyss. The Abyss....one never ending word....it just sits there, infront of me, waiting for the right moment to pounce and drag me back to the endless shadows. Sitting heavily on my shoulders is the common sensation of guilt. Day after day, night after night, just there, as a constant reminder what what I did, or more to the point, what I didn't do.
Everywhere I turn, death shows itself, and places itself infront of me, gloating. Smug. Please with it's accomplishment. Never saying anything, always talking. Just there.
The abyss get's closer. It eventually gets so close to me, that I can smell it. A dank, foul stench that invades everything it touches. There is nowhere to turn, I hide, and let the abyss take it's toll on what ever it wants, on me, my soul, my life, my heart. It touches everything, invades nothing. I wait for the end, it doesn't come. Slowly, I uncurl, and look around to see what is left standing, everything is as it was. I look around, and my eyes slowly focus, only to see the face of death leering over me, smug, inside, laughing uncontrollably.
It utters two final words before disapearing into nothingness. Had I heard clearly? Next time? It leaves me wondering.......
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