BLACK

In that dark corner, 
not a day left without torture.
Lost in life's uncertain mysteries,
with the bouquet of miseries.

Watching all kinds of beasts,
never knowing the touch of fairies. 
Thought that this is life,
full of curses struggling to revive.

So, cursed I felt was life,
that I reach for knife.
Waiting till my last breath,
for the day of my death.

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