Last night was the darkest of all,
Darker than the night
When as a child; afraid I was to step out
and turn on the light.
Darker than the night
when the plates seemed black,
due to food's lack
in my mother's kitchen
and my father home.
For last night there was no light
reflecting in my eyes,
For in my bed, my love so bright
had my love denied.
She shoved me aside,
And I fell,
Falling down and down,
Deeper into the black hole of a blury fate,
More darkness awaits.
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