You're staring at a dark empty sky
Slowly the entire world fades to black
The air turns cold, but numbed by hopelessness you don't notice
Cement feet aimlessly wander
In the distance a shadowy figure appears
It beckons with a bony finger, silently taunting you with your own thoughts.
Who would need you here, why stay?
Come, take my hand, I'll lead you away.
You cannot go closer, I know it all hurts
The empty brokenness, the wave of nothingness that follows
I've looked into that ghastly face, thin lips pressed into an almost evil grin.
It would be so much easier to follow him
To feel nothing at last
But there are those who care
Who want to help
Please!
I beg of you
Do not take deaths beckoning hand.

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