I today sing myself a serenade,
to easen the pain of the cutting blade,
nothing can I see, am now blind,
threats of the darkness blowing my mind,
my ears too deafened, can't hear bird songs,
I rise in nights like ghost before the alarm gongs,
I fell, my limbs broke, now lame,
can't even save my skin from burning flame,
down I sit to reason out a clue,
my soul to me whispers but sounds not true,
I burn my head thinking but fall asleep,
sunrise awakes my with my soul in weep,
In the nightmare I had, you took me in custody,
Had me tortured,made me into this tragedy.

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