The sky grows dark,
As does my heart,
With every passing moment,
Every moon cycle,
Every rhythm of the sun,
Despair and pain engulfs me,
Piece by piece,
But by bit,
Until I am consumed,
And my soul is lost forever,
Now I am empty,
Barren of life,
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