Ancient room moist and dark Yellow, timeless mildew on the walls. In the centre a chair I sit Walls With countless eyes overlaid, Immense EyesNumbers It hurts. In a place foreign Where foreignity I feel not These eyes urged to watch me when you re pushed under water, and you know you have not enough air Lungs adhered, nervepanic So grotesque Through craft unseen Staring fixed with no eyelids, Just sitting in the wall So large are they like human... Heads. As warmth fills my heart, a fever begins crawling, Swelling slowly away in my shape, Getting closer to my head, To have it squashed. The presence of fibrail engrams in gyrus Green handseems mucous A tongue, in this palms middle Kisses one huge eye Lick through with pleasure Lick through with joy Tastes good... Cold Saliva Cold Tranquil Gazing hundreds of eyes Piercing, bursting me I can not hide, Im lame, I think. Nausea, Fever, Vacuum in the head Yell a parched throath Muteness. Tranquil cold, Cold I shiver, it hurts. Circumdederunt me gemitus mortis Dolores inferni, circumdederunt me. Non omnis moriar. Absurdum Unconsciously I stand up With slow treads I walk to the door Like a scene of a motion picture Where each move is gnawing... Torture! One Flash Pain One Flash Dull hit on the chest... I reach the door. Handle turned. The door opens, then disappeares. Blinding Whiteness Through the door of liberty Out from here, to the white light, From the room of eyes To the light depraved. I step into the crowd, Into the ziplipped people, Into the dead... ...to become dead.
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