Pitch Black

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I was captured in a ray of light

as I looked up onto the mirror.


How can I accept myself in such detail,

such misery, 

such..remorse.


In what way can I, 

a soul of pitch black, 

be stuck within glistening innocence

behind those beautiful pearl brown eyes?

How can this be?


I can't stand myself.

I can't shed a sinless tear.

I can't revive my dignity.

I can't recall my faith.


I can't just simply

stick the puzzle pieces

back together..


Not without a strength, 

a designated strength. 


Not without my heart's acceptance, 

not without my will.

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