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Oh, Twilight of Midnight,

So lonely and still,

I stare at your face

And all that I see

Is depression and sadness

Just aching to be relieved.

Dying for the reunion

That would bring you comfort.

You have lost something,

But it is not your best friend.

It is your very own self,

Your very own soul.

You are not the same.

It’s as though someone ripped out your beating heart

And replaced it with an ice-cold stone.

So it just sits there in your chest,

Still and without a beat,

Without life.

You, oh Twilight of Midnight, think back to the time

That you made sweet love to the starry skies.

But where are your starry skies now?

They hide behind the clouds.

Truly, I feel your lifelessness.

I look out upon you and find myself staring in a mirror.

And all your sorrow, depression, sadness,

Flows through my eyes

And into my very soul.

And I have found a kindred spirit.

Let me do us both the favor

Of wishing death’s triumphal victory over our existences.

Surely, we are overcome.