HOUSE OF AGONY
Dream sleep with dreadful
Lustreless content
Unable to control in nascent
On the verge of collapse
At the planetary edge.
Sinking into abysmal sea
Drowning into bottomless
A space which swallows
All the finer sentiments stored
Saved but not from onslaught
In tortures a time ever fought.
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