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Consumed in the darkness Of the dreary habit Of receiving random results Containing sighs of despair, Have I yet not lost the hope? No not yet. Baking myself in the fiery deluge Of agonizing marks,  My vocal vibrates - "O my friendly foe 'Failure' Will thou never leave mine side ever?" The wordings dampen out in the vacant No reply offered. None but my rosy anticipations of His leave, Still lingers on In my conscious dreams.

Silent road, silent night, Sitting still silent I, Stares ahead Into the tranquil murky night What about this quietude That haunts me Bring forth the stinking loneliness That one had to face quietly I uttered to me, am I the only? But heard a faint whispering All are in a way. There always are, always will be Some reticent unuttered voices That can never be expressed In any known words.