Everlasting Blackness

All i see is blackness, all i dream is blackness....the white feather that so sweetly caresses me, turned to blood and blood to ash....the rose that once beat so soft and red like my pulsing heart, turned to stone and stone to dust...when all the white turns to ash and all the ash turns to black, what is there left? What is there hope for?...Is there hope for me? Will I ever be free? ...when the lights turn on and the day is new, will the night end, and the light return?....all i see is blackness....can i see anymore in everlasting blackness? ♥†

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