all the lovely shadows
all the lovely shadows
the silohouttes
never real
the hope that we never should have
dies within the slinking shapes
as they pounce upon the last bright
light the way for me
for my soul has fallen
to the shade
the venom is flowing in my veins
and the starshot dreams
have vanished
find me for I am lost
lost to the light
lost to myself
all is lost
I have lost all
light
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