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I thought the eternal light inside my soul would always be there.
But how wrong I was.
After he came,
The blackness of the night came and put out the flame of hope.
He took it all away without any second thoughts,
He is the messenger of the darkness,
The one who steals away the worlds hopes and dreams,
Turning people into lost souls that are shadows walking the looming darkness.
He seemed so kind,
He beckoned me with his kindness.
I trusted him.
Trusting him was my mistake,
He soon hurt me,
Reduced me to nothing but a shadow in the blackness of night.
He stole away my hope,
My light at the end of the tunnel.
I've stopped looking for that eternal flame at the end of the tunnel.
Because that eternal flame withered away to nothingness never to return.
So why look for something you're never going to find?
