тАвwhen darkness shares its room with meтАв
I see light leaving me
In a speed faster than my hope,
And then carrying hope in its arms
And me alone, with the belief
of not returning again.
I see them leaving, through
The pores of the walls of my house,
Through my closed window panes
Locking cages inside my mind
And freeing up the cell of my demons.
It's not always the darkness that scares,
It's the hope too. It's the hope
of turning blind in the mind,
Of turning deaf to the muffled sounds of light
If it ever passes by my home,
Of turning dumb to scream
To stop it from leaving.
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