Look out,
The darkness follows
Haunting us from the inside
All over our body chills.
Look out,
The light disappears
Leaving us to death
All over our body heats.
Look out,
Your heart is dieing
Leaving you bloodless
All over your body dies.
Here, take mine.
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The light does disappear from time to time; but I feel the light coming back when my loved ones arrive on the scene - so I suppose they give me life from their hearts? And you also give love to your loved ones? Wonderful, then I was right! Greatly relieved, Louise Tredoux.