Sorrow is a demon eating at your soul
You try to stop it with meager happiness
Yet you know that you cannot stop it
Forever darkness is your fate
Never seeing the light
Never felling warmth
All you know is the shadow of death
For you believe that there is no hope
And if you don't believe then you are dead
All that you will fell is the cold bitter end
No hope will be given
No happiness
Only the pitch black darkness
Devoid of life
Only shamming joy
Empty
Cold
Never again will you see
Blind
Dead in your soul
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