…dead…
Entranced:
Spill
Stench of flesh
Run down the streets
No one left but me
Sanctum is rare
Away from the open
Not long until…
They keep coming
They keep clawing
But I run
Stricken:
Walking through endless halls
Infinite rooms, endless tunnels
I can't escape their clutches
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