In the dark corridors of my mind, a flicker of hope once burned bright
My dreams shone like a beacon into the dead of night
Now that light is ebbing, slowly but, craftily away
Leaving me lost in the darkness, with nothing left to say

The world around me is a blur, the colors have all run dry
And I am left with nothing but a blank canvas and My heavy sigh
The promises of tomorrow, the passions that I once held dear
Have all turned to ashes, consumed by doubt and fear
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