Images Of Despair

All things move around me
Images tear me in my eyes
And figures look at me with scorn and mockery

All the agony and terror are here
Locked in this cursed room
Where the objects move terribly

The pictures in the wall aren’t souvenirs anymore
And the solitude makes me see things
of distant and painful times

This room still demonstrates suffering
Where the objects transmit perversity and melancholy

The dusk is one stage of mockery
Where the peak of my madness
I bid farewell of the life…

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