The light is blinding me
now nothing do I see
The light is cold and I’m painfully aware
my head is killing me
The light is now fading to black
my eyelids are coming unattached
Must have been the soldering gun
now I’m being stabbed in the back
From Light To Black
In this little poem a poor soul is the victim of some unfortunate soldering gun. We don’t know who is doing the torture here but they do seem to put him/her out of their misery in the end.
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