Sewers of the Soul
The dirty dark place,
The place where all the filth goes,
It gathers and rots in the dark,
Spreading the stench and disgust,
A dark and lonely place,
Full of memorys,wishes and dreams,
All discarded but unable to get rid of,
Its stench still lingers, overflowing once in awhile,
Flooding and poisoning the mind,
Reaching the deepest parts,
Intoxicating with fear and sadness,
The filth gathers as years go by,
A never ending cycle, never ending fight.
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