Dark and introspective. Blunt, but not harsh. A creation of questions with a hint of despair.
Night, o night, where are you?
Come, relieve me of life,
I have gazed for too long
at the sun, now its cruel brightness
haunts me day and night, I cannot
tell the difference between them,
even with my eyes closed
all I see is the sun
and what a curse it is!
As if my eyelashes are gone
and I’m forced to look at the light,
bare eyelids giving no relief!
Outside the world goes on,
in slumbers as always,
despite the heartless noise of greed
and meaningless tottering of
the vauntingly manacled humanoid minds,
dreaming of future on previous years’ lies!