I've been high,
I've searched the sky,
I've been low
I've lost the plateau
The lights go out
Darkness, the ferry of doubt.
The Body shattered,
Torn, the luminance battered.
Venom sears memories,
bones haunt past bodies
A closet half empty, I lull
Perhaps, just a life half full
Grasping onto the one thing
My dreams weak, I cling.
Eyes heavy, with all my might
The Nox descends, to collapse the light.
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