by Dep

Pure darkness
Is what I want
Pure darkness
Is what I need

Sorrow and despair
Are what I feed on
Sorrow and despair
Are what I write on

Lost, corrupted love
Forms the basis
For all my work
For all my life

Who can pull me out
I dare not ask
For fear that the answer
Will be no one, at last

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