The Cursed

In the bleakness of the dark night
as the depths of your reflections glare
pain illuminates the walls
as the stench of weariness envelops your home
pining until flesh rots off your bones
for just a glint of sunshine from someone’s eyes
hoping it will save you from your soul’s demise

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