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Shadows whisper on the edge of my mind,

Pages turning in a book left unsigned.

The author’s gone, but the words remain,

Ink like blood, driving me insane.

Do you see what I see?

Or am I lost in the dream?

The lines are blurring, reality bends,

Is this the end… or just the beginning again?

In the mouth of madness, I hear it call,

Voices echoing through hollow walls.

Reality crumbles, the fabric unwinds,

I’m lost in the story...now I’m part of the design.

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The streets are shifting, the faces decay,

Monsters lurking in the light of day.

I signed my name in the devil’s hand,

Now I’m trapped in this cursed land.

Do you feel what I feel?

Or is none of this real?

The walls are screaming, the night won’t end,

Is this the end… or just the beginning again?

In the mouth of madness, I hear it call,

Voices echoing through hollow walls.

Reality crumbles, the fabric unwinds,

I’m lost in the story...now I’m part of the design.

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I read the book, I spoke the lines,

Now I'm buried in the author’s mind.

The pen is mightier than the grave,

I’m the one it chose to enslave.

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In the mouth of madness, I hear it call,

Laughing as the sky begins to fall.

No more heroes, no more time,

Just the book… and the words inside.

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Close the cover, turn the key,

But the madness… it still breathes in me....