In the depths of the night, when all is still,
The darkness creeps in, with its icy chill.
It wraps around you, like a cloak of despair,
And whispers in your ear, 'life is not fair.'
It takes hold of your mind, and twists and turns,
Filling your heart with a fire that burns.
A fire of anger, of pain, of sorrow,
That grips your soul, today and tomorrow.
The shadows dance around you, mocking your plight,
As you struggle to find even a glimmer of light.
But the darkness is relentless, it never fades,
And the light you seek, forever evades.
It whispers lies, and feeds on your fear,
Until you're lost, and can't find your way clear.
It's a monster that lurks, deep within your soul,
A black hole that devours, and never grows whole.
So beware, dear friend, of the darkness inside,
And fight it with all that you have, with all your might.
For it will not rest, until it takes you down,
And leaves you broken, shattered, on the ground.
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