My solitude is when the moon is high,
my solace is in dim light.
The pen I hold has darkness on it's tip,
even the words I write are inked with it.
Everywhere I go, a knife is stabbed in my heart,
As slow as day turning into night,
I sink down into the oblivion while the moon is still high.
-LovableConundrum
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