Dead man

There's nothing for me to say
There's no more time
Through the valley of the shadow of death
I was left to die

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born
Every morn and every night
Some are born to endless night

Sooner or later we all must die
And there's no reason why
There's nothing for me to say
I was made to go away

I am nobody
My poetry is written in blood
Curse of humanity?
Or the meaning of life?

Dead man is alive, ready to die
Dead man is alive, ready to die