My life is black.
My life is dark and black and sad:
It’s just as dust, without a lad.
It’s like a dream that never fades
or like a sound that always wades.
My life is gone, forever now.
I do not know the why, the how:
It fled, escaped, it ran away
as madness shaped or like a prey.
My life had vanished long time ago
without permission, it took my soul
and went chasing my false illusions
before my death, after delusions.
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