Alla inlägg den 18 april 2013
My days I spend in loneliness mind-numbing
Into this unlife forced by bitter fate
Each day´s the same as all the ones before it
No fear, no faith nor love or even hate
Prime solace found in grapes so sweet, fermented
Kind Bacchus grants this weary soul relief
A single cup of joy within this dreadful ennui
Distracts me from the never ending grief
But that faint spark of passion is but fleeting
And soon do I return to so-called life
To dream of just a single thing to bring me hope anew
Of even but a moment, a strangers´ friendly greeting;
A day without this misery and strife
But all things good are far between and few.
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