The pains in my tears

My morning is scarce of dews
My night abandoned by the moon
My sorrows multiply each noon
My life is far from pleasure or suit

My genes are allergic to miracles
I have cracked up my brains and knockles
I have consulted the gods and oracles
Yet no remedy, no miracle

I am left to cry to oblivion
Sick from pains of pains
My tears forming the smallest lake
Let me sleep, don't wake me up