Subconsciousness
Big black room,
No physical presence around,
Only shivering cold in the air.
The scent of fear and anger,
The lingering feeling of loss,
Feeling of abandonment and despair,
The madness floating around.
Love, there is love in a small corner,
Devotion pushed against the wall.
The naive little giggle of the child,
It can be heard if you listen closely.
Sweet, sickeningly sweet stench of pleasure,
Of guilty addictive pleasure lingers,
Engulfing everything,
Its fumes poisoning the air.
The mortal soul lives in here,
With all of this it lives.
It still breathes it all,
melts in it.
Waiting for the end,
Hoping it will come soon,
the eternal rest,
Till the end will come, will end it all
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