Every day a struggle
Every night is infinite
For that who won't listen
Avoiding celestial light
In the trance of the waiting
But without anything to think
I still can't digest
The series of events
Senseless, pointless
Sordid sequence
It left me neuter
And inexistent
Black penitence
It left me... Dead
I see your eyes in the mirror
Millions of eyes speculating
In the trance of the waiting
But the usual happens:
Dramatically and absolutely:
Nothing
Every day a struggle
Every night is infinite
For that who won't listen
Avoiding celestial light
Eternal winter solstice
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