Cursed night
Thick life won´t let me out.
Streets like prisons
Absorb it all
Roads as grey as depression itself
Night savours lonliness heartless princesses cackle
Why a piece of poisoned cake on your plate gobble then!
Gobble then plenty when it´s cursed as bad burials are
as bad omens hinder
as big eyes of envy have stared and marked thereof
Black night hungry and filthy
letting you dream
but not so far from your ugly reality
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