When the Lights Are Out

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhen the lights are out,
when it’s completely dark,
one’s soul folding into remorse,
offered a peace.

A place to consider,
a place where pretending exist.

Among all the tales she has been told,
what’s ought to be real is fading.

Forever and evermore,
crossroads were piercing.
Shall I step forth within an unfaithful soul?
Shall I remain a whole,
yielding to an inner flame of one’s soul?

A place to rest,
or to feel nothing at all.

When the lights are out,
when it’s completely dark,
an absence of essence—
a suffering disguised
as a chosen void.

Emptied of colours,
quiet marks of becoming.
indifferent to one’s truth,
mistaking sorrow’s calm for peace.

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