It’s the light,
It’s slightly stronger.
My eyes still try to adjust;
As darkness sleeps.
It still haunts me,
Calling my name.
Wondering whether I will be its king
Or i will walk with the light.
Both paths will break me.
One will eventually give me peace and joy
While other will destroy and numb me.
How cruel both paths are,
cried a young man.
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