Misery and Despair

No matter how slow you go, every breath is a curse,

Dragged down by despair, it’s only becoming worse.

As the nighttime shadow eats away at dreams, Where unhappy souls groan and eventually disappear.

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In the shadows, observing, still,

Relics of long-gone spirits,

Reminiscences of a troubled past, Where the shadow of sorrow lingers perpetually.

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And yet, in that darkest, most terrible hour, When all strength has been drained, no will, no power

It does creep a little bit of sadness,

Entering the most delicate sanctuary of the spirit.

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With icy claws, for misery

Transforms souls into inanimate objects, Forcing the delicate strand of the human spirit,

Descending from the dead among the living.

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Amidst the terrifying depths of this valley,

As all hope seems to have faded,

Keep in mind that the sun may never rise,

You must not abandon the grip of misery.