In the dead of night
An eerie voice echoes in the darkness
It beckons me, sucks away the last sparks of happiness
Drowning me in a pool of gloom
Till I give up and succumb to my doom
In the distance, a faint light glows
It beckons me, a beacon of hope
Lights up the gloomy dark
Fills my heart with light
Swept by the current of a blissful dream
Hopeful of a bright day
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