Black is the night and my sight.
Comforting it is and so familiar.
And I see a figure approaching.
A bony finger beckoning me.
Beckoning me to join it.
A voice echos 'Walk the walk.
Join me and see an end.
Your blackness shall be no more.'
My eyes see black every where.
A decision is made.
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