Life is senseless
it turns to grey
grey
is the colour of doubt
doubt for tomorrow
slowly I will depart
these grey days
aren't worth of my presence
As a funeral inside
I give no meanings
to this senseless life (of mine)
as a funeral inside
this cold light closes
my eyes
All the nothingness
filling the poverty
of this miserable human being
stands in front of me
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