The Darkness


The lights are dim,

the colours fading.

A soul being extracted,

and a silent scream.

Dragging the lifeless,

and my selfless being.

Handed the leftovers,

which once made me.

The likeness for black,

a bend towards jazz.

Liberating the limits,

a falacy that could’nt have me.

The shunting doors,

a thirst of breath,

eye lids dropping,

the approaching death.

Fear of evils,

and the gloomy face,

a thorny path,

a bed of blades.



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