On a cold and dark night like this,
Where the sun has fallen into the abyss and the moon is peeking out from the clouds
He stood there with a coffee in his hand staring at the endless chasm beneath him.
It was dark and deep not a single ray of light passed through it,
He lit a flare to see what cannot be seen
Starting he felt a sense of fear what if he fell?
As the warmth of the coffee spread throughout his soul
He realized he was aldready in a chasm
The endless path of his mind
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