Entering in a desolated poem
two dark forms, lying waiting for sure
A mistery , and red tear sprouting
your suffering, your sentence, your destiny

The gates, silent servants of death
opening in a dismal and black symphony
No more intruders, no more pursuer eyes
just to delay this rising and malefic ride

Tearing, bleeding, to go mad, to deafen
madness is my environment
terror is the Usher house...

Red liquid harvest, of an inhumane place
falling heavy and slowly like a lethal rain
So close, death embraces you fate in silence… mortal silence!

My eyes are blind
my blood is poison
my hands are sprained
my damnation is my name

Entering in a desolated poem
two dark forms, lying waiting for sure
A mistery , and red tear sprouting
your suffering, your sentence, your destiny


Tearing, bleeding, to go mad, to deafen
madness is my environment
terror is the usher house...

....Quiet silence
....in my mind I can see disorder
....there’s my madness
....my mind is out of me, so slowly
....my mind is gonna crazy
....my mind!

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