The moon casts a eerie light on the streets below
As I walk through the city at night, I can't help but feel a sense of dread
The once vibrant city now feels like a prison
The only sound is the echo of my footsteps
The only light comes from the occasional lamp
I can't help but feel like I'm being watched
As I walk through the streets of this city
I can't help but feel like I'm the only one left alive
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