Darkness

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The darkness creeps over,
Covering me whole.
Eating my insides,
Devouring my soul.

The darkness looks down,
With a dark, evil grin.
And I know this time,
The darkness will win.

The darkness leaves me,
My body torn apart.
The only thing he left,
Was my bleeding heart.

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