In blinding your light
A barely heard whisper
A sigh.
My thoughts... rusted weapons
Forgot how to fight
In darkness they ramble
And die.
I feel but the torment
Of living alone
More painful is living
Than death.
When love breaks its promise
My heart leaves its home
And lungs fade within
Without breath.
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