Loneliness
In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life?
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island
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