On wings of darkness I soar though no one can hear my roar
Shadows close in on me suffocating who I was meant to be.
Black, dim clouds threaten to choke despite happy words bespoke.
False tongues speaking lies in their omnipresent guise
Illusions of grandeur grinning with scorn as I prick my finger upon its thorn
Dreams filled with unconditional love that falls from the clouds above
Light within the shadows, can it be? Or is it all just something imaginary?
Flames flicker, driving the darkness back so I am no longer in the pitch black
Sunrise comes upon the new day and I survived, I am here to stay for at least one more day.
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