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Lack Hope

she mocks me as she calls to me
taunting me, haunting me
her far cry irresistible

her whispers the smoke of shadows

she veils my tomorrow in dread,
tearing my soul to pieces

shredding my reason to ribbons of agony,

capturing me in a cage of despair

the ink in my word is gone

the hue in my world is gone
the shades in my world are gone

the color in my world is gone


I stumble to uncertainty,

every step the pain of a thousand cries

the tears are stuck in my throat,
my heart is denied its voice


there are snares in my path

she dogs me in the shadows,

laughing maniacally
her minions of lack hope striking at me from the darkness

I fear I shall fall

and rot in this tunnel

I fear i shall never wake,

as she owns me forever


the agony within lacks voice,

as I call for death to take me

but I know with certainty,
he will not hear me


a light that I long for is calling to me

and it seems never nearing as I go to it
it is my only salvation as she watches me succumb
and even it starts to flicker in indefinite uncertainty

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