The light will fade in this day of sorrow.
A black candle shines before my eyes.
My
thoughts are lonely and empty.
Tired I stare
into the burning bright flame.
All light
will cease. It's just a matter of time.
The
day, the candle, the sun and the stars.
The dying is waiting for the fall.
The
dying will leave the world without a hope in the
blackest dawn.
I drift away
into the flame.
The candle is burning
weaker.
Now it's almost gone and I meet the
fear that I've hidden
from.
The ashes
of torture fills the ground.
A blood red sky
has turned to black.
Like everything
will.
The dying is waiting for the
fall.
The dying will leave the world
without a hope in the
blackest dawn.
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