You switched off the light in my soul,
It used to burn so bright for you,
But not everything stopped, and it’s cold,
Nothing moves anymore,
Nothing’s spinning.
I am not yet empty,
But everything is abandoned,
To decay and rust on its’ own,
As I don’t even clean
My dusty edges anymore.
It’s so dark this time,
There is no more singing,
No more laughter,
And no more dancing.
It’s like nothing works for me,
Any more, and I feel,
As if I lost the essence that kept me living.

…

But in the end,
I found it, and I didn’t give up,
There was still a faint spark,
Buried deep beneath the rubble and the rust.
So I poured some gasoline,
And burned the whole place down,
I demolished it and rebuild another,
Around the flame that will never go out.

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