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Darkness and blankness and blindness

are the only imprintings in my brain;

void and emptiness and loneliness

are the only mates in this

useless lie, endless cry

in this seemingly golden cage

that you call simple life;

scavenger of all my rage.

I never asked for this time

to watch my hopes pouring down;

I'm a shade of doubt in your minds

waiting for my sun to set.

Even if I was born,

am I really alive?

Or just a collection of cells

intended to die?

I never asked for this time

to watch my hopes pouring down;

I'm a shade of doubt in your minds

waiting for my sun to set.

I found a reason

in a conscious self-destruction,

'cause nothing is sweeter

that chasing an elusive end;

maybe she's playing with me, deceiving me

that I can win without knowing

who's the prey.

I never asked for this time

to watch my hopes pouring down;

I'm a shade of doubt in your minds

waiting for my sun to set,

to set me free.