Testo di 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