In the dark night my sight cannot see.
For in my solitude there is no light.
From my despair a tornado of darkness howls.
Madly running into the vines of my struggles.
In the distance the harsh thunder crashes.
The lightning ---- flashes severely flaring up its silhouettes.
I am stopped dead in my tracks.
I am hypnotized ---- by the demon stare.
My fears try to hide in the purgatory of my soul.
Trying to relinquish some kind of forgiveness.
The black curtains have been drawn.

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