after all has been said and done
i am far too tired to fight or run
the dark has come
and found me truly done
i have done all that i can
i can do no more
not even standing i am slumped
on the floor
stand, i might, as if to fight
but there is nothing left in me
the night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we
the understanding for which you pine
swept away by madness
all hope just sickens and dies
your heart desires no more.
how can this be?
tortured souls and ghastly memoris
surround me, crying out
sanctuary.
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