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A dream I once had.

He has no Shadow, for he is the shadow. Whispers fill my ear, telling me to look into his black eyes and become one of them. He touches me with his cold bone hand and I feel my heart skip a beat. I know I'm not dead, but he will haunt my dreams. What does he want me for? A slave of death?.. Or just a little game? The smell of rotten meat fills the air. I dare not roll over in my bed; I face the other way until it all just stops. My breathing lungs make it hard to hide that I'm really alive. My heart is pounding so loud that I know he hears it, and I know He wants to take it out and distroy it. My soul is the prize though not me, I'm just a waste of time for him. Your fears feed him better than anything. Blackness has crept into every part of the room; even I'm filled with it. I want too scream, but I can't find my voice-- it's lost with my mind. So I lay there, still, scared, and crying. He won't leave until he gets what he wants.

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