The darkest hour
Fear
Such as never known before
Seeping into the veins
Gaseous; poison blue
The silent suffocation
The darkest hour
Lost
Blind alleyways
High- walls closing in
A prolonged strangled cry
The darkest hour
Hold my hand
Perhaps we might live through the night
Perhaps not
Let us break into the tide
And try to hold our heads high
Above the deluge
And breathe once more
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