The dark, it's unwavering.
The fear, it's all-encompassing.
The dread, it's never-ending.
The worry, it's unfaltering.
The tide is coming in,
I struggle, it pulls me deeper.
My head's above the water,
But my body's getting weaker.
The first lick of flame,
I feel warmth at my feet,
They creep up my body,
It's unbearable heat.
The beauty of ice,
I can't resist the touch,
It takes over my body,
It becomes too much.
The man dressed in black,
Lingering like a shadow.
Feeding off my sadness,
Lapping up my sorrow.
The edge of the precipice,
Have I admitted defeat?
I take a step back,
I will not be beat.
The light, it's inviting.
The hope, it's intoxicating.
The happiness, it's enticing.
The future? It's tempting.
The hope, it's intoxicating.
The happiness, it's enticing.
The future? It's tempting.
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