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