Paralyzed
Black,
Dances below my remains
In the former stretch of twilight,
Paralyzing my daily plead.
Earths current can be sighted,
But not caressed.
Chilling the conscious
And their will to sense.
Making the sin-concealed night
Reveal the misty pit of time
To the solitary,
Whom is at fault.
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