sarcastic existence

humidity could be felt on the walls

touched with the palm and used to scare

they used to sweat

they used to stink

everything swamped and hot

but in the corner

laying on a bed

a cold piece

made to stay alive

trapped within its body

it could not think anymore

thoughts of times of sanity

the world was isolated

where the sun would salute him

and the night was violent

fear and guilt

invade the corners of the room

pain was felt constantly

they keep on destroying

it could be seen through the window

the eye of disgust and scorn

when you hear the laugh of a madman

that's about to die

to suffer alone in disgrace

his hate is his own

always hating being alive

sarcastic existence