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Corners, 
Seems like there are a few 
As you walk,multiplying as you run 
Gray myst all about,senses clouded 
Searching for reasons 
Answers are nothing but senseless screaming in your mind. 
Shadows stalking you along with a whispering 
Black tree in the middle of somewhere. 
This distorted plain of reality 
Holds secrets of confusing lost treasure but as 
You reach into the oblivion to find the roots 
Of this Oak somewhere unknown, 
All you find is the realization that 
Everywhere is the middle of here,now... 
Run! 
Find the next door, 
Watch around the corners 
It's not the shades stalking you 
Looking closer,watching something, seeing... 
Your mind has been your blackness incarnate.