Soul-wrenching sadness


It tears at my soul,
Yet still I want more,
This feeling, it’s strange,
I need it, somehow.

It whispers to me,
Quiet but sure,
Takes away what’s left of me,
In the hours of night.

It kills off the goodness,
Feeding the dark,
It’s trapped me forever,
In it’s glossy enfolds.

This feeling won’t end,
Now I need freedom,
I don’t think I’ll survive,
Through it’s awful sorrows.

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