An Ending
the anger the intense shout in the night
the look the eyes black without light
when the eyes are so dark and cold
thus is the end of love as it all enfolds
there is a feeling from the frightened breast
Nothing now left to be guessed
illness and anger, evolved into rage,
brain worn from illness, fear and age
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