The night of the soul
Never comes quickly.
It slowly blankets the light of my smile
Like dusk.
Menacingly it takes over
And strangles like a rope
"How dare I exist?"
Over and over again, I'll repeat this
Until the very last drop of blood
Ceases to carry oxygen
Through my veins.
Dark eyes full of wonder
Now searching for any speck of light.
Damn this.
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