The brunt of burnt emotion,
Rivers of hope
Find almost no place in its flow.
This night the fire is burning wild
In emptiness the self wallow,
The deadliest beast is set to roam
In this sleepless night I am gone.
I understand not me
I understand not the pain
I understand not the reason
I understand not the teardrops.
This night is the usual night
I know it is just another night
But, why this fright
Of losing everything in sight?
Ferociously mounting on me
The sorrow from the dungeon's depth
The claws invisible yet sharp
Unto the heart’s vein it pierces deep.
The rein is weakening
Shadow of hope glimmers distantly
I know I may not reach there soonest
Will that distant reach me now?
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