Nulla Lux In Tenebris
Never content with the way life was
but kept repeating it was going well.
Always painted yourself with a halo
but you longed for the flames of Hell.
Lied to the ones who cared to care
but worst of all - even lied to yourself.
Pretending to be something you're not,
wasted your youth and lost your health.
And the stranger you see in the mirror -
fading reflection of the person you were.
Despair is a comforting sister,
your memories been replaced by a blur.
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