Catalina Pierce

The fire dies on its own
Leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone
I think that something is out there waiting
Anticipation has grown
The air as black as can be
Can't even see that my hand is in front of me
I'm overhearing a whisper
"They won't escape until the blood is set free!"
~ Escape from Hellview, CKY

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