“Your eyes are black” she says
If eyes are the gateway to our souls, my soul must be black
Light fading, desire waning, and hope disappearing
My life is becoming a black hole
My body wants to die, my brain wants to live, a bitter conflict that make me weak.
I close my eyes and pray for silence.
Dark voices, disturbing images, pain, the vile music endlessly playing in my brain.
I need to sleep my body is fading, but dark thoughts are always invading.
As night turns to day, I pray for solace, some peace and light.
Fear grips once again, I know that eventually the black hole will forever swallow my soul.
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