Tainted Soul

Through pain and suffering my soul was tainted.

Black as night, fragile as glass.

But the light of hope that exsited inside me never went out.

For me, hope still lived like a  light in a dark endless void.

Slowly, that hope grew until I no longer felt the despair inside me.

The darkness went away, giving way to the light underneath.

Yet even though the pain still lives,  its a grainy excitance for the price paid to hid it.

 With death being the recipient. 

The End

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