When we give up in life,
despair reigns victorious.
Some grips take hold,
And never let go,
Like a vice upon the heart,
With no means of release,
Frozen fast unmoving,
Spreading chill from inside
out,
Fear spawning doubt,
No light within the maze,
All exits are concealed,
As horror becomes revealed,
The shadows of life have
limbs,
Hands spreading across the
walls,
Endowed with sinuous claws,
Taking hold of those with
heart,
All stilled within their
grasp,
Arms and legs held fast,
The air is taken from sound,
Silent screams fall to the
ground,
Without bodies they never
rest,
Shadows latch upon the best,
Following with every step,
With every motion,
Every thought,
Till ice flows through the
veins,
Life continues with stilled
heart,
Removing difference from
true death,
For despair is the blood of
ghosts.
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