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It's a clouded vision,
Piercing directly through
With invisible barbed wires
Creeping up on you,
An insect-like menace
Shivers down your spine
And in this greyness,
No light exists
Yet none does not
You want to be
Pulled out of the fog
By hand not your own
And can't because
Gray takes your will
So there is nothing left.