Is not the life of mortal souls like compulsory labor
His days like a hired worker
Like a slave he longs for the shadow
Like a worker he wait for his wages
I’ve been a**igned months of futility
Nights of misery have been counted out for me
As the night drags on I toss restlessly
Until the dawning of the day
My flesh is covered with maggots and clods of dirt
My skin is full of scabs and pus
My days go by quickly as they come to an end without hope
My eye is wind
My eye will never see happiness
Your eyes will look for me but I will be gone
Like a cloud that fades and vanishes
My place will acknowledge me no more
I will not restrain my mouth
I will speak in the anguish of my spirit
I will complain in my bitter distress
Am I a monster that you should set a guard over me
My own bed has terrified me with dreams
I’m frightened with visions
Yes, I would chose suffocation, d**h, than the this body of mine
I loathe my life
I dont not want to go on living
Leave me alone
My days are like a breath