Once up a time,
Stuck in a room.
A cobweb of death,
The spiders loom.
Covered in wirey thread,
I read a dusty book.
It was a book of death,
As I lay on misery's hook.
I've been here before,
Eons time ago.
A place of darkness,
Flickery neon glow.
Was a place I'll be again,
Waiting for you here.
In the black coal air,
Spun round in fear.
Sound and light fade,
As I prepare once again.
To enter the room of death,
A final place of pain.
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