The enveloping dark is thick as tar
Not even a light left for me
Was it better then me by so far
That you left me, enchained in your world?
The promise left said, but undone
Hope and Future laid bare
Always thought I'd be the one running
We make such a wonderful pair
Stuck in this hastily made gloom
Mired in pity and woe
As uncertainty looms overhead
Finding neither friend nor foe
But little things become the world
Little by little they become everything.
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