I dream of darkness and life without hope:
Blue and red light pours through the inky sky.
Cold, figureless, death whispers hollowly.
I count sixty in the moon of blackness.
Airless? I breathe putrid fumes caught aflame.
Lifeless? Empty shells scatter around me.
Soundless? Music like thunder cries for end.
Emotionless. The mind breaks in the heat.
No salvation from this fiery hell;
Fingernails scratch wooden floors lined in black.
Demons claw inside me, itching to fly.
Embers dance in my sight, I see my life—
Blue-red light at horizon is too far—
Spark, reaper, blaze, I see my spirit fall.
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