Tortured souls
Stroll the streets
Am I one of those?
A raindrop falls
Upon my head
A cobweb falls
Upon my toes
The cobweb which hides
The sun
Catches the light
Of the dark, incessant night
The souls will wander forever
Guided only by the
Cobwebs they shed
The cobwebs which light
The moon above
And cover me
While I am dead
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