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Out Of The Darkness...Out of the darknessThe Reaper appearedDeath was after meOnce againShe grabbed my armPulling me downTo a firery deathShould soon to me comeWhy was she hereI asked myselfI didn't tryTo bring myself this fateOr againI didn't tryI was happyFor once in my lifeShe gripped even harderAs I resisted her pullThere was no way in HellThat I would goI am over it nowI figured out what it is nowWhat life isThis life is to liveAnd Hell, I will live each day
TitleIt was dark outside and I was alone. I had been out for my regular late night walk when I came across a broken down old shack which I'd never seen before in the many times I've passed this place. From what could be seen in the distance, it had no windows but only just spotted a door camouflaged by its desert setting on the face of the building. The surrounding grounds below, as I could see were littered with great bushes and cacti in this cold, windy desert night. The rough sands picked up with each gust of wind that came by as the few far off trees rustled. Looking at the newfound grayish shack, I saw such sharpness to its shape and wanted to go farther in and get a better look. I glanced down at my watch, almost midnight. Deciding that there had enough time before returning home, I stepped towards the old shack. The small bushes below me snapped as I tread on them. I found it quite odd that there weren't any creatures around the place but as I got closer, I saw some