The world seems consumed by it,
Temporary pleasures seem adequate.
They fill us momentarily,
Then fade just as quickly.
A constant need for material bliss,
Only brings us deeper into abyss.
Emptiness can’t be filled by darkness,
Just makes being hollow seem like happiness
The excuses we make,
Makes it harder for the darkness to break.
Not until we can see the light,
Will this world ever look right.
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