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I shiver at the touch
of cold tendrils
that coil on my skin.
The fire I had inside turns
into ice,
piercing my heart, my brain,
flowing through my veins.

The light turns off and
I become blind even though
the sun
is still outside.
What have I become?

A cold inferno with
no light.

Tiredness, loneliness,
emptiness, motionless;
I am embraced by the arms
of Darkness.