Child of Darkness
Alone, weak, dying
Yet happy in thy self
The Dark Child
Wanting
Or longing
For something that you can never be
You, oh Dark one
Who knows better
Who was better
But now rots inside like a tomb
Ever drinking
Ever thirsting
For that cup of light and pain
That will satisfy or kill
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