I keep my demons with the fury
That often dictates the day to day
When is nevertheless fret
Luck is perceived in such neglect,
And how can I resist this dark
Picture denying any light,
Death, I'm sincere, seduces me,
And nothing but the end, the soul searching.
Ominous reality of who says
Always lived in the shadow and nothing out,
In fetid illusion so tempting
My mourner laugh contains,
Any opium to dull suits
Who mattered: a life averse ...