the sun may rise
but instead of warmth
the skin would only feel the burning heat

and for the music of life
would be empty echoes
worth avoiding

and memories
better left to be faded pictures
than cherished

and the night sky
would still be of stars
but all red

of the sun dying as it sets west
the silence of the night more and more less
of a second an eternity too long
of every moment forever to be wrong
             
but i am not going to lose you
with my life, my soul as my bet
for to do so
would simply mean...

...death

of light to be eternally shunned
of darkness and cold gratefully welcomed

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