The darkness asked to be friends.
I said no and turned on the lamp.
It cried out and begged:
Please listen to me, just for the night.
I heeded its plight,
And dark it became.
No sooner than that,
The air was ripped from my lungs,
Replaced with worries upon worries.
Overthinking and anxiety ensued.
The darkness sat back, admiring its work, saying:
Well done, you poor soul, you speck of dirt.
Insults I showered in,
Bathed in,
Until they were up to my neck.
And realizing it was the end,
I took my last breath.
I said no and turned on the lamp.
It cried out and begged:
Please listen to me, just for the night.
I heeded its plight,
And dark it became.
No sooner than that,
The air was ripped from my lungs,
Replaced with worries upon worries.
Overthinking and anxiety ensued.
The darkness sat back, admiring its work, saying:
Well done, you poor soul, you speck of dirt.
Insults I showered in,
Bathed in,
Until they were up to my neck.
And realizing it was the end,
I took my last breath.
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