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