They Seek the Death of Light Behind My Soulful Eyes

I give them all I have

They take it and think nothing of

Always asking for more

Pushing me to the beyond

And uncaring if I fall to the floor

I am a tool to be used

I am a machine of unchangeable parts

I mean nothing to them

Or the light that’s in my eyes

They want it

They desire it

For the fire to turn to ashes

And watch with a dark sense of accomplishment

As the warm light of the fire

Slowly fades until it eventually dies

 

 

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