Eaten alone out of the darkness;
Time-consuming all in all.
Even the ticking of the earth is silent,
Ready for the slightest bit of movement;
Nocturnal shadows
In the dismal gloom of nothing.
This is all that ever will be;
You and I will cease to exist.
~J.V.Harker~
~11 August 2008~
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