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~*Trapped Soul*~ Under a cold dark room of silence, Where there is no life, no sound, no movement. There is silenceness and nothing more. You lie there cold and helpless Your limbs are numb and full of blood. You're unable to move Frozen to the hardwood floor. You try to run, but there is no hope. You try to scream, but nothing comes out. You try to find a light, but you're unable to open your eyes. You try to move, but the area around you is locked solid. You bang on the wall above you, but it doesn't move. You're terrified and don't know what to do. You toss and turn, scratching the wall above you until your fingers bleed and ache with pain. Your body starts to panic and sweat as you try and claw your way out of the darkness. You try and try to escape, but nothing's happening, You stop.... and listen to the sound around you... Nothingness. To your suprise, that is the sound of death. You are dead, and there is no way to escape it. The sound of banging is your restless soul trying to escape from it's muddy tomb. There is no hope. You and your soul have been buried alive. There is no escape from the coffin door above you. That lies six-feet below the earth is surface. May you rest in terror and Hell forever. Death Has Become You. ~*Tia White*~ |
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