Love is Lonely

The Dark

The Dark
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I live, but I am dead.
I love, but I am hate.
I think, but I am action.
I am, but I am not.
The world will not move
For me anymore,
Not without you,
And yet, Time goes on,
And the Earth moves on.
All the while,
The Dark creeps up,
Coming for me,
And I am lightless,
But I shine.