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From the wretched shadows, it stole,
from bowels of hell I met it's toll,
nothing ever goes through the pain,
of life again and falls apart,
losing all control.

I walked along these foul shores,
falling, weeping to my fours,
on hand and knee to foot I crawled,
could not go on, to my back I roll,
losing all control.

The waves did wash over my body stricken,
there I lied, beaten, feeling bitten,
nothing for humour,
but rather droll,
losing all control.

I screamed to heaven far above,
angels guided, not from love,
"why hast thou forsaken thee!"
sinking down beneath the sand,
nothing more, but why me,
and from the shadows, it did stole,
losing all control.

night and day,weary waves,
over my body, hands and head,
wishing rather to be dead,
falling darkness once again,
the night and day of darkness be my bane.
my heart now withered, an empty bowl.
losing all control.

Devil, tempter, evil mentor,
what did you get from bargain?
not so pleasant, please do pardon,
my screaming agony of gore.
as I fell so wretched, weary,
apon all my ghastly theory,
as I lay feeling dreary,
on what I called my trecherous floor.
losing within me my only soul,
losing all control.

then the final darkness came,
once a lie and now the same,
as it was at the beginning is at the end,
a darkness from heaven or hell it sends,
my spiralling down into my fate,
losing inhibitions to wake,
not patience now, for me to wait.
and dying as ember would,
a faint glow from piece of wood,
and dying as my life before,
on my wicked darkening floor,
had not known what was in store,
in my screaming, grisly, gore.
and from the shadows, it did stole,
losing all control.

please crituque if you must.