Hidden Instincts

My life is a real paranoia
I exist in immense hopelessness
Closed in narrow cage
Among baseness filling me with disgust

The fear leaks through my hands
Covering the face of weakness and sadness
I feel someone’s hand
Fingers tightened on my neck

I try to understand anything
Though everything makes no sense
My scream echoes from walls

Pressing me down to the ground
I’m afraid of the minds
Which bother me incessantly
I’m still looking for an exit

Bit it surpasses my strength
No hope
I crawl through the fog of last sanity
Unconsciously I transform from night

Into wrong
Because all around is the false
I slowly sink into the deadness of existence
I ramble through desert of suffering

And disquietude
No hope
Nothing absorbs my mind
My life has been proposed without me