Bring this sweetness,
An ever-sickly treat,
Touch it upon me,
In this deadly heat,

Listen to my whisper,
My hasteful moan,
In this disused voice,
With a tired tone,

You don't understand?
You still don't know?
Simplicity is the key,
Needs are very low,

From point one,
To point two,
You ask me twice,
'And you are who?'

My smirk means little,
The question has left,
With great exertion you cry;
'It is life's only theft!'

I disappear,
In this dirty world,
Leaving you to weep,
Under my shadow, curled,

For it was always true,
Never forgotten,
My mind had screamed,
This life is rotten!

Craft the point,
And make it snappy;
'In this life,
I will never be happy.'

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