Any divulgence I make
I take it with me
Till the grave
In that old cemetery
Near the dead my stone shall say:
"THE STORY OF HOW I DIED AFRAID"
"Hallucinations are here to stay
I see ghosts haunting my house
I see ropes lit up with fire
And flaming huge bars surrounding me
This is not a satire
I'm losing my mind
And I can't see a way out
Hallucinations are here to stay
To take me a promenade at the asylum
That's the only choice given to the doomed"
"The doomed , the cursed and the buried
By the witches forever carried
To an unknown place
"Godforsaken" was named
Full of forgetful faces
People of different ages
People who believed THEY were the lost cases
People who were sacrificed
In the name of one's desperation
On the altar of humanity's aberration
So one can become an invaluable diamond
With no value
So one can become a priceless art work
With no price"
The divulgence will go on
Under the mad
Deep in the Earth's heart
Graven in the memory of bad luck
Etched in my crumbling bones
And bereft of words
I say :
"You shall now call the nurse
The string of life is at last caught by the curse "
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Author:
Neilton (
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Comments3
Valium might help?
Hahaha maybe! I'll try it ! Thanks for your comment
Fear underlies many disorders both psychological and physical
Powerful work.
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