Dark
The dark shadows cling to my body
making me as unworthy,
unworthy to walk on this earth.
Your voice is like beacon,
a beacon that shines brightly as you hope for my return
but I cannot return.
I cannot return for my body has
already embraced the darkness that clings to it.
Forgive me my friend...
my brother...
my lover...
but it is too late...
for I am already dead/death.
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