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The constant decay of the flesh

The Imminent arrival of death

The endless corridors of despair

The theatre we as humans put ourselves

In…

The artificial paradises

Thar we create

Dark portals that are opening

Again and again

Unleashing hell on earth

Through the mundane

There are not scarier monsters

Than ourselves

The obscure formations in your head

Acknowledging we’re marching through hell

The shadow, the dark night of the self

The hidden parts of you that you hate

Paralyzed

In the labyrinth

The endless

Running of the wheel

Sharp knife

To cut the cosmic ties

To break free

And never return again

Swimming in the endless sea of thoughts

Wondering in desolate fields

Constant buzzing in your head

It is a discomfortable state

Yet it leads you to your next stage

To perish in the land of the dead

Or to rise from the ashes of your self