Feel the night wind
as it rushes through your hair,
walking down an unfamiliar road
so far away from home.
There isn't a single star in the sky
nor a light to guide the way,
shadows of branches sway
to the howl of early December.

Your anxiety heightens
to the distant sound of whispering.
Your paranoia rises;
the urge to hide
from eyes that are always watching you.

Waiting for you,
there is no escape,
no hope for another dawn,
this night shall be your last.

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