A dark shadow crawls,
Slowly towards my head.
I try to step away,
But something holds me down.

Every second slower,
Every minute longer,
Yet every day shorter,
Every month faster.

I grab for time,
Grab for hope.
Nothing is there,
My fingers don’t grip.

Faster, faster, falling straight down,
No end in sight.
A ledge to rest upon,
But only for a moment.

The Lake of Fire is closer now,
So close, too close.
Swallow me up, swallow me whole,
Finally victim to the shadow.

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