Cold black fingers grip my heart
Sweeping tentacles of dread
They wrap around my every thought
Always in my head
The weight of darkness crushes down
There’s no escaping it
The silence mocks, so ominous
But any sound would be suspect
It’s always there, the menace
The threat that chases me
No matter if it’s a waking nightmare
Or attacking me in sleep
The black hole pulses richly
Stealing all the light
Taking all that’s good
And turning day to night
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