SHADOWS
Only shadow left than yore
Outside a strong man, a dreamer,
And now rotted to decompose,
Truly a strange being nearly the same,
And where is some thought of scratching,
I see huge bedsore to compose
Taken by insanity and in a daze,
The paths of hell, now I penetrate.
And follow every trail toward the end,
Failure after failure I have left
So fatal and painful road,
Smells the same where I came from nothing
And so return to open chest,
While this battle in vain, I desert.
MARCOS LOURES
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