Eyes wide open,
To another dim day.
Hearing the sad voice,
Murmuring around the ears.
Seeing ugly faces,
Omitting swarmed flies.
Pus tearing down the wide gloomy eyes.
The creatures crawling on the skin,
With anxiety grilled deep within.
Heart throbbing up so fast,
With feet still wound up to the ground.
Here I woke up to another gloomy day,
Everything stays so cold these days.
Flies swarming all around me,
And the sky dripping cracks all over me.
Here I got back to dream.
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