The horror-struck walls stepped back, the floor endured the line.
I stood upon the balcony, to shout with all my might.
That I am a solid, and make shadows in the light.
The light replied by blinding me, and did so very well.
A flash of gaseous silent screams, a visage into hell.
It struck my mind, and stayed inside, my eyes could not withstand.
That I am a human, and cannot bear a sight so grand.
Yeah, you know I'm bored when I start making poetry.
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