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I speak about darkness

For I've known her through all this time

The beacon inside me

The filter that distorts all sights

Nights without dreaming

When emptiness dims all the light

Life without living

There is nothing to hold on tight

Twisting and turning, our hopes are fading

Clouds descended and I knew nothing

There is a blank face, she's haunting this place

Out of this silence, a song to darkness.

A poor imitation of existence

All we have to offer

Deprivation of serenity

Hail darkness

"We grow accustomed to the dark

When light is put away

As when the neighbor holds the lamp

To witness her goodbye"

(E. Dickinson)

Twisting and turning, our hopes are fading

Clouds descended and I knew nothing

There is a blank face, she's haunting this place

Out of this silence, a song to darkness.