My life is dark and black and sad:
It’s just like dust, without a lad.
It’s like a dream that never fades
or like a sound that always wades.

My life is gone, forever now.
I do not know the why, the how:
It fled, escaped, it ran away
as madness shaped or like a prey.

My life had vanished long time ago
without permission, it took my soul
My life had lost her false illusions
before my death, bringing delusions.