Should I walk to the light?
Could be an illusion.
Or will I fall tonight?
I can’t seem to stay away.
My body move on its own.
I seem to be here to stay.
The earth’s rumbling.
The ground is moving.
And I’m stumbling.
THE DEAD wait below.
I can hear their screams,
Their shouts of hello.
THE DEAD GAME
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