Darker
The Sun is set, never to rise again, Am broken and lame, Stuck in this vile frame, Sprawled on the floor, blood slowly flows, A million candles burn, but no light emanates, Well, You wanted darker, I killed the flame. Oh what a shame, for we are blinded by the same, You vilified, crucified me, You dealt me cards, that were bound to lose, But yet I played, like how you fiddled my heart, Till nothing I felt, In my dreams, you are the demon That haunts me to the very end !!!
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