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The darkness surrounds me like a shroud of desolation. It closes in like death. I welcome it. My heart is rent. The life spills from it like wine from a broken bottle. It stains my vision and discolours my perceptions. Despair is my bedfellow and hopelessness my lover.
You try to heal the wound but the edges are tainted. Guilt and anger drive them apart. Danger awakens desire. Desire for penance. Absolution for the fetid soul. Thwarted. Salvation denied. Finally suns from distant worlds shed light on my withered soul. Though some corners will remain forever dark. Surrendering to shadows.