Melancholic crimes that I have committed
Caused me to feel the a deep torment
Of being lonely like a pale tulip
In which there is no glowing...
The bubbles of happiness slide away
From my hands that have been tied up
By a twilight where I surrender myself
Into the frosty holes of isolation...
Solititude is on the way,
Breathless nights are just passing through
Drops of black rain and a mystic thunder
Make me evacuate the deserted emotions
In which there is no fate of stones
That I have drawn myself on a bygone of perpetuation...
PS: Leave me ALONE!!!
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