silently fading into the dark
the only candle burning wickless
soon extinguished, it leaves no remark
cold; embracing this fateful sickness
open the door to the ceaseless storm
vacated comfort; confronting the rain
lightning strikes - its sound; the final horn
an absolute end to this seething pain
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
silently fading into the dark
the only candle burning wickless
soon extinguished, it leaves no remark
cold; embracing this fateful sickness
open the door to the ceaseless storm
vacated comfort; confronting the rain
lightning strikes - its sound; the final horn
an absolute end to this seething pain
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