The Darkness
The end is near,
We all have to fear,
The dreams we seek,
Were not meant to leak.
Times collapsed,
I have relapsed,
I didn't break it,
I couldn't take it.
Falling slowly,
I saw something bright,
Reminding me of something Holy,
But, nothing like OUR light.
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