Under Broken Lamp

It hurts in the morning
It hurts in the night
It hurts when it’s dark
It hurts when it’s light.

I breathe in their death
I imbibe a lie
I am lost in crowded street
And still I want to die.

Life eludes my burdened heart
And still I feel the heat
Light of lights come down to me
I’m waiting in the street.


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