Pessimistic
He lives in darkness
He sits down and curses it
Unable to see or perceive
The blessings that surround him
he contents himself
by lightning a despair’s candle
that burns his soul and left him
A living corpse.
S.C.P.Biba
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So-called Poetry of Biba 