Eyes Closed
I long for a pure, soft goddess to
rescue me from my misery,
But I only find loneliness’ comfort.
Shadowy images of Joy haunt my dreams
But I can’t seem to grasp them somehow.
Surely there must be some redemption but
I remain tortured by what I can’t have.
When I die and it’s true that I’ll suffer
eternal torment for all the wrong I’ve done,
Then why must I suffer here for helping those I love?
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