Darkness shout

Is the darkness that makes me feel
like an intruder who walks down the street,
the same street that takes your name,
the name that I pronounce in low voice,
like a whisper that gone with the wind,
and I cry by my condemned soul,
like a hunger child in front that an empty bowl,
this is my sentence,
for the years that is has left
to this life without salvation,
where it is my reincarnation,
the bores has remained deaf
to my moans,
and it stanches in the wind my eternal shout:
I'm an only human being for pick sick!