Harmony gone with a blaze
The farthest star lighten up
A remnant of the torment
Mouthfuls have been drunk from the wine
To fantasize the imaginations of the dark
To put the bleeding at an end
And paused the wounded voyages
Identity of being someone vanishes
Like the dream of an old man
And comes to death
With no tears or soul
Confronting the realities of the self
I am lost all the way to obscurity
Suffering again all alone
This night has no sunrise.
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