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I cannot embrace the night,

Though I have heard no noise to fear.

With nothing but myself in sight

I cry out longing for the light.



I myself have been forsaken

Hurting all the goodness here.

I find my dawning hope's mistaken;

There is no comfort when I awaken.



Betraying the things that could be trusted,

There is now no help too near.

Too sick to sleep, so self-disgusted

Death is all that could be lusted.



Pain is all I comprehend,

And I too dead to shed a tear.

Pride is all I rage to defend,

I have killed my only friend.