1 more day to 4 days of doom...
This feeling isn't sinking far enough.
the feeling of doom still feels so alien
and disaster still feels distant.
But hey man, do you know, it crouches at your doorstep
ready to slay you the moment you leave house tomorrow?
He's a floor away and he climbs those spiral steps in the stairwell.
His eyes are glassy, his breathes of death, his nails... those long claws
Are ready to tear you apart. He's coming and his vile heart beats of wild excitement
You in all your splendour of ignorance, your death is a passing phase, not worth remembering.
He reaches the door, and a knock goes off, you approach to open it, to greet a delivery man or so
but doom has reached the end of the screen, doom is here.
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