

Can't think of a good name...Alone in the night, Gone without a fight, He falls to the darkness in his mind. There's no turning back, Consumed by the black, There is no telling what he will find. Nobody but him, He's so lost within, Slowly he feels the darkness bind. What's certain is death, Saving his last breath, As he tries to escape his mind.Can't think of a good name...
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-- Ça c'est quelque chose! C'est pas un martini dans le nez, mais c'est quelque chose! --
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