Sonnet of empty coffins

Nights - they become a bit restless,

The minds - are better off alone.
His flesh - it reeks with the breath of liars,
His eyes - they shine in make believe world 

which fools, in the shadow of the moons.

And when the desires would die,

He'd look around himself to find peace,
And then his dull soul would cry to just give in.

Are we blind to choice?
Deaf to warning voice?
Never did he think that -
"I, would get caught in the way it got me"

Though darkness does rejoice,
The hope is not destroyed.

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