Who is there beyond the darkness of my soul? I have fallen into myself, a turtle, shell upon shell, lie upon lie, and nothing can save me now. Once I was a man, a good man, they said, and now, I do not know. There are places I have been, things I have sought, have found, that have corrupted me. I see without my eyes and walk into the inner rooms of buried dynasties. I have begun to sleep, and I fear no light shall ever wake or stab again my eye. Piteous wretch, my weathered soul has no place and my body fails. Time has come with death. No other ear shall hear my voice. So do not follow me into my darkness. I would you knew more of light and laughter and merry tears. Spare me only prayers now. I will have use of them, God willing.
More of Light
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