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An Echo Of Light

The light is laughing at me
Because, I cannot see
Why does the light not shine for me?
It teases me with visions
As I drink from it's waters
It leads me, helplessly
I stumble into the black hole
Skinning an angry knee
Bruising a broken soul
You claimed that you would save me
Instead you have filled me with fear
Are you going to leave me trapped in here?
Your light is harsh
Your light is blinding
A false echo
A masquerade
What is this charade?
You are not who you say you are
You've not been where you claim
There is a flicker
Just a bare flicker
Just enough to see by
Your bright, white light
Hid the pit I nearly stumbled into
The one I'm in is escapable
The one I nearly fell into
Isn't.

Moonstorm



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