Long Kiss Goodnight
3 years in 3 days,
the horror of replays.
Like a bug caught in a jar,
awaiting the inevitable.
No holes,
asphyxiation in darkness.
Battling in dark fantasies,
the journey of fire.
The burning eternal,
calloused soul.
Scorched at the core,
how much must I endure
before I see the light..
If ignorance is bliss
Should I shut my eyes?
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