Evils Toy
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Walking down the familiar hill
Bare feet barely touching the damp ground
There is no light, there is no sound
There`s only emptiness all around

Darkness longing to hug him close
Like lover`s arms lost long ago
And in the void, he hears his name
Mute voices calling out for him

A movement. A face. Familiar still
But only a mask of her former self