Every day ends the same
All the lights grow dim
Not a single flame
To keep me from the brim
Of Madness
Images that break darkness’s light
Dance through my mind, looking for romance
I blink, they left my sight
Which leaves me entranced
By darkness
I tick down the minuets
Till temporary death
Which steals me of my wits
To leave me out of breath
For sadness
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