Claws of DarknessThe cold darkness wrapping its fingers round my heart Long claws pressing through the soft muscles. Blood pores out, filling up the space between my lungs and chest. Suddenly the claws starts to change cold steel with edges like nails closing, tighter round the muscles. I'm suddenly stiff, like if I'm in coma The steel is closing tighter round my heart and fills it up with sorrow and agony Pressing small holes in every vein. The red, pounding heart dressed in a robe, a robe of barbwire. A bad day.... 
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