Shadow Of The Lost Poet Poem by Prada gee

Even in da darkest of nights u can see a shadow dancin,
da virtual meanin of reality close ur eyes and imagine,
cuz even dreams are fantasies u wish to live,
and u live to dream things u wish to see,
but in that case the shadow dancin makes no scence to me,
why?
Why does he stand alone?
Dancin to the rythim of his own song,
Some say its de soul of the lost poet residing his old poem, u hear him moan,
'Cry a river
Cold and shiver
The pain the pain
I need some liqour
The pills okay but I need something quicker,
A gun, a knife, a rope.
A bad liver, '
Then u hear a pause on his voice,
As he repeates his deadly choice,
Then he stops,
Stars still bright u hear gun shots,
Same scene, same dream, same cryin out scream,
Happens everynight and it seems,
The lost poet is dead,
Cuz the lost poet is me.