I'm the nightingale
and the night knows my tale
for in confusion I've lost all
and have slowly wept away my existence
my voice has become cumbersome
laden with pains from the pits of hades
my songs is bagged in sorrows
as daylight mocks twilight anew
so let the new week be weak as I wail
with the loneliness of my being, I retell my tale again
one filled with unending helplessness and distaste...
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