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Isolated buried in the depths of discouragement,

I feel unable to make anything but except for

letting my eyes wander numbly.

I am alone, I am really so alone,

that I can not even find myself into my solitude.

How hard the fall has been this time!

Now and then, I am shielding myself

in ephemeral and intangible happiness,

How hard the fall has been this turn!

When I awake, my reality now only perceives

watercolors of rough and lonely landscapes for me.

Each instant I plead not to wake up

another following morning

and, sometimes, I have the feeling

that I won't really be able to

defeat the weariness of the night.

I am a stray beast

in a strange and inconceivable world,

I surrender myself to

the dark wings of Death.