Soot flows over the dark bolts
Black wood transuding its anger
See the smooth, slippery walls and the ephemeral balance
The darkness shines through the orifices
Fades away with the greatest decadence
Encircling the imprisoned beast
Between fear and untamed rage
Who sweats from every pore of the opening
His breath hits the wood, loaded with the grimy humidity of the walls that surround it
Tomb without promise of light
Which dazzles me with its malevolence
Suffocating and majestic
Fred of the spirit lurking in the den
Aux tortuous reflections
Asylum cave
May this silence which tears and consumes the building
With many sleeping faces
Deformed forms of unspeakable suffering
Snatched and torn in the twilight of the opening
Asylum cave
The oppressive chains of the unspeakable
Becoming dust on the ground
Leaving what should not be delivered

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