And in poor seconds,
the filthy figures surrounding
become obstacles

Smell of acid thoughts

Intoxicated eyes,
Madly,
Are you searching for the obscure calm,
But the partial blindness doesn't relieve,
And viscid words are shoves to the fury
My hostile guide

Memories contribute to mental fall,
Skin refuses to feel
Hide my mind
From the unconscious desire
Of wound, deep wound

I drag between a liquid grey and the hole

Intoxicated eyes,
Madly,
Are you searching for the obscure calm,
But the partial blindness doesn't relieve,
And viscid words are shoves to the fury
My hostile guide

No way,
By now, there's no way,
And I spit on these ruins
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