In bed, Tonight is a Bitter Moon,
My dreams disappear very soon,
The suffering is too much I cannot moan,
Life is on the way, accepting no groan.
My sorrow is too deep, has no key,
Yet, I keep confessing to Thee,
Whenever hopelessness come to me,
A limelight looking very bright is what I see.
Who is supposed to be with you; friends?
Those let you despair at the end?
Why there is nothing to mend!
All in-universe seems to be live dead!
Thee said for each person a purpose proffer,
Reminding all race to render a tender,
Why all choose the wrong way?
The sign is in which alley?
Everybody leaves you alone,
To face with problems and to reckon,
The more you thrive hard to get,
The more you down into life’s fate.
But for me, it is hard to believe,
That makes me only choose to leave!.
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