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Cursing the monstrosity

That has been building up within me

Hearing the silence of the black

Whining rapidly, facing the wet walls

Cornered by the pointing shadows

Drown in a vast ocean of obstacles

In a room of three walls

With a blinding light underneath my feet

Is this my shadow or am I its servant?

Craving a painful smile

In a child’s face lost its wrinkles

Praying in silence; would it be ever heard?

Walls of the trinity

Walls of the anarchy

Ideas flow through my mind as I afflict through time

A time that is about to be no more

Hopelessly hanging into the shattered star dusts

Tugged by its leash, and mentally frozen

Surrounded by the bright agitation

Kneeling me down into submission

The sound of time is the pulse of my heart

And it arouses the clock’s gears

Is this my shadow or am I its serpent?

Craving a painful smile

In a child’s face lost its wrinkles

Praying in silence; would it be ever answered?

Walls of the trinity

Walls of the anarchy

Each corner is striving for attention

Like a theatre of operations

Pushing against those bricks of guilt

Time is consumed by this asylum

The light house guides me back into my archetype

And now all the doors are shut and disappeared

Resting at the corner of peace

This defines the symphony of the unconscious land

Is it just the walls?