Lost.

Days short nights long.
Ghostly voices sing a dirgeful song.
Daylight grey nightlight black.
I sleepwalk along a lonely backwater track.
All around an evil presence.
My nostrils sniff a deadly essence.
For me this life is no pleasure.
Around me there is no godly treasure.
My days are sad.
My nights are bad.
I wish my life could become better.
To the heavens above i send a praying letter.

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