Please read aloud

have you ever stood upon a precipice? Felt on the base of your back a gentle pressure,

which, at any moment may push your Body into that void and Purple pit

into which you strove to no admittance Into which

you slipped no glance and attempted only to

supress with the Weight of your thoughts

the Darkened tendrils that taunt you

off the edge but yet reaches out

Shadowed and unfamiliar arms

so you may hope that when

you fall the Clawed hands

may only Catch you.


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