the beckoning sweet darkness
mystifies the core of my soul
making me yearn for things unknown
feeling so restless all at once
making me want a taste of the void
and the wish for the dark oblivion
is so great; it scares me to death
and I long for the approaching dawn
to help rid of this designated doom
I crave the touch of morning mist
that announces the break of day
bringing forth the blinding light
to singe away my very cold soul
to save me from being the next victim
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