The Nihilism

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Dark shadows of wriggling writhing

shapeless forms, tried seeping through the doorways

I ran to shut the doors to keep them out

For I know what they will morph to

And what they can possibly create

I lean against the doorway with all my weight against it

When I see the gaps in the windows and

other doors slowly letting this formless

Blackness into the calm chamber

Feeling trapped with nowhere to go

And no other way to stop it

Resignation creeps in steadily.

Sensing, more like smelling, the dark

shapeless sinister matter edges

towards me with a great appetite

to engulf me.

Whole!

I put up a fight...

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