Poetry: Dusk

Born unto death,
 the dusk knows my mind.
It brings forth
 things buried deep.

 

Through these eyes
 that come to life at night,
 there is no redemption in sight,
 there is no light in the end.

My body aches,
 as I feel like giving in.
But something burns strong,
 that keeps me going.

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