Abyss of Death
At night I watch their bodies quake
In hell the stench of death seeping into my senses, fogging my brain.
My world was crumbling long before I became a part of this depleted abyss.
The underworld.
Where I am the only one living,
Whete I am the one most deprived of life.
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