Purging Soul
The night falls heavy, A suffocating cloak,
Cold, and alone am I.
The light for which I pray flares once, then dies, swallowed by the abyss all hope must die.
My being craves no more.
How could I understand?
My darkest thoughts surrounding me,
Crying,
I am fallen.
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