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my light extinguished,
along with hope,
it had fluttered pointlessy,
  lost in a dark corridor,

raining crimson tear drops,
my heart bleeds inside out,
causing my life to slowly wither away,

the candle that sparkled with life,
washed away in a river or red,
dreams, goals, wishes
      all fled.

washed up on the shore of broken souls,
are pieces of my own.
this damned place is for,
damaged goods,
to be set on fire,
  burned alive.

with the light gone,
darkness engulfs and consumes me,
  my eyes once bright and shining,
now are as dull and dead as me.