It seems dark is winning over light,
Do you remember the two faces of my plight?
Hard reality sets in and flimsy dreams disperse
The heart aches, aches and aches
It still has hope that light will one day reign
But day by day, it seems; the light succumbs
Engulfed by dark, cold and brutal winds
Rendering to dust what was sweet and pure;
What was innocent, well intentioned and true
Imposing a torturous spell on a defenseless mind
A pitiless attack on an unguarded heart
Rendering to dust a sapped out soul
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