It hides, consciously visible,
a shadow too solemn for sight.
It haunts those who hear it,
yet, it does not utter a sound.
Its ubiquity tortures minds,
for it exhausts all forms of joy.
Its voices whisper from the walls,
macabre, taunting, perilous.
A tenacious monster,
drawing me deeper into its blackened heart.
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