Dying in Vain

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the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, lost are we.
the emotion for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
devoured by the all-encompassing dark.
all hope must sicken and die.

your heart beats no more.
how could you fail to believe?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
we are fallen.

Angels are sleeping, ghosts pushing them into hiding.
Bursts of light emit from their soft exteriors but they are snuffed out by darkness.

Words drift, making circles in your head. The devils cackle barely keeping up with the darkness emitting from the thoughts you produce.