- Shades of Inferno - INTERNATIONAL
sounds wet, the clouds on the horizon, a blank outline of the corners of my vision. The perception of a dilated
unnecessary time, place a white, forget it.
Hell of ancient peoples, sophisticated in my mind of modern man.
No blood on the walls of stone, no frightening demons.
A very large room with no extreme, suffocating in its total freedom. What
worst suffering extreme isolation?
I feel lost and empty, to gaze on landscapes projected pace of mind died.
Drained of any force, everyone is locked in a similar situation, unable to return to the world of material things.
The one hundred and seven people's faces, the many leaves on the trees, trecensosessanta degrees of space and the billions of heartbeats.
The small seed of hope, lies on the soft floor, with no desire to grow.
remains a small leaf sap in memory of the soul.
Hell is a place white, forget it. ---
imagery & inspiration: rice - "Inferno" from: "[strong]" maxi-single evening
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