They feel like their life is going down hill.
Each day they give a piece of themselves away.
Each day their smiles become less frequent.
And their laughs are shorter in length.
Instead of the light at the end, they see a dark pool of black.
Scars reoccuring.
Nighmares seeking them out as they sleep.
They can't escape their miserable pattern.
The darkness is luring.
It sucks them in like a black hole.
Why fight it when they can just give up, and be covered in black silk.
Smooth yet suffocating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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