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Like hunters under a blood red sky, they come,

Shivers of torment, the blizzard’s gift,

Dreams twist to serpents, coil around the weak,

As nightmares descend upon the weeping ones

Eyes wide open, the darkness blinds,

Silent screams like sulfurous choirs,

Grief’s grip tightens, suffocating,

In the abyss where the broken stroll

Beneath the weight of endless sorrows,

They wander the perpetual maze,

Lost in the labyrinth of neural paths,

Where all hope shatters

Find solace in the darkest hour,

Turn tears into drops of light,

Misanthropic veil of despair,

Haunting our sanity