I'm walking on the darkest streets,
seducing the murderers' knives.
I'm tracing the path of the moon,
reflecting the fearful shades.


The lonely slowly sounds of the steps
appeal to the underground faces...
The pale cloudy faintly  light 
perverts  the shadow on the indifferent walls,
turning the sorrowful shape 
into a lost wandering ghost...


A rat's run from the sewer
disturbs the fairy silence,
lonely night bird's sounds
imitate the rare brain's pulses...

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