I've lit up a dozen of lamps
For I have trouble sleeping
I suffer from my cramps.
Pain-killers aren't working.
They worsen, my heart is broken.
I see blazes flicker and they snicker.
I see flames, they dance and sway
I see the flames, cackle with delight.
I see flames with the brightest ray.
I see the flames in the darkest night.
My throat burns, my spirit yearns.
I watch with envy as the air gets chilly.
I wrap myself with my blankets,
Eyes fixated on the oil lamp's glows,
I grow tired of grand banquets
I grow tired of hunting does.
One blaze start to dim, I feel grim
Fire diminishes, turning to ashes.
The other flames cackle in gloom,
My soul, barren like a great hollow tree,
I have foreseen my passion's doom.
Closed eyes, I'm at the bottom of the sea.
I see no flames, none to tame.
I see darkness, nothingness.
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