The light is fading
bit by bit
both around me
and inside.
I turn away
from the setting sun
to the shimmering lights
of the city,
they attract my attention
but repulse my soul.
And then, there is the darkness
growing stronger every minute
threatening to engulf me.
Should i run to the lights
and kill my soul?
Or should I wait for the dark
to drown it, drown it?
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