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Everything is turning to ashes,
Right before my very eyes,
The light fading like before,
The shadows rise to embrace me.

Hot tears run down a face made of stone,
Only to turn into icicles and shatter like glass,
All that remained were bitter memories,
And mocking tales of a once sweet past.

Though broken, it reflected its dim light,
To finally experience as to what was joy,
After years of sorrow, suffering and darkness,
This miracle that supposedly was sent from up high.

Just a taste,
Just...one... little...tiny...miniscule...taste,
And it was yanked away,
Then left me drained and disgraced.

Was the light all but a tease?
To show us that no such oasis exists?
Sinking our remaining hopes without mercy,
Checking me off as another victim off its endless list...

In this abyss did I lie,
The familiarity, simply intoxicating,
Echoes of crying everywhere,
Penetrating my heart that had already bled itself dry...