The Darkener's Console

> It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

Bleed —

Prick the vein
bleed

It’s all the same
bleed

Keep it coming
I’m not bluffing
Tell me all you are

When I came
It was all the feels

You’re the same
You don’t know what’s real

Keep it coming
I’m not bluffing
Tell me all you are

Keep it coming
I’m not bluffing
Tell me all I am

All I am
All I am


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