Disillusionment
on a silent night,
the shadows surge.
seeking the light,
on life's eerie verge.
nothing’s more kinder
to my fading heart,
than the sore reminder
of my pervading art.
in my restless void,
dreams will emerge.
things once enjoyed,
now just an urge.
all paths lead to here,
to these moments of dire.
nothing is real i fear,
so i’ll dance in the fire.
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