Death stares out from inside of me.
My eyes are black beams;
heat- and life-seeking missiles.
I am the grim reaper.
And the Dark Window is watching me again.
It peers into me, now-- and I am powerless to resist.
It stalks me in my dreams.
I see only myself and the candle by my side.
Not a bit else reflects.
The Window will not let me leave.
Everywhere else:
I see a face.
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