I have followed my shadows into the obscure and rudimentary hall
Full of melancholy and desolation.
I have pursued the incandescent light so sought after by man.
That light which has bewitched mankind for centuries.
That light which has no name.
I long for it.
I long for release and redemption of any kind.
And yet, that extraneous light that allures my attention
I loath this light. This eternal fire.
Those who have obtained this light never have to face the fear
Of which I have succumbed to.
They never have to face this dejection,
Once you have felt this pain,
It defines your life.
You fall into the black abyss,
Silently watching the world in
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