Regression

Falling in a deep regression

I don't feel my body anymore

My tired sights become dark

I see my soul getting lost

In a world of illusions

Lying in a bed

Covered by a sheet

It's old and moldy by the time

In a humid and morbid room

There are no windows and no doors

Just a passage

It's neither the sky nor the hell

And yes the pain and the suffering

Of another life

Black tears are flowing

On my face

Spilling all my hate

And my melancholy

My face

Falls in my own forgetfulness

I hear voices

Whispering in my unconscious

Your thoughts about the death

And my words are shades

Of a stamped memory

That keeps the pain of your past

Life is uncertain form

The death is the destiny