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My eyes remain closed to the horrors i saw,
but with them shut the nightmare shows more,
additional tortures of body and soul,
as they are piled up in the deepest dark hole,
spinning around in visions flashing images of death,
the faces all blank and speaking under their breath,
whispers of revenge with hands clawing my eyes,
the silent words begin to yell the screams of cries,
grabbed by the shirt they pull me down too,
ripped and strained with nothing i can do,
my strength is gone from the fight i couldn't win,
down the bottom where the darkness soaks in,
rising up after my fall into the depths of black,
I shall be different when i come back.