Sarcastic Existence

<br>Humidity could be felt on the walls<br>Touched with the palm and used to<br>scare<br>They used to sweat, They used to stink<br>Everything swamped and hot<br>But in the corner, Laying on a bed<br>A cold piece, Made to stay alive<br>Trapped within its body<br>It could not think anymore<br>Thoughts of times of sanity<br>The world was isolated<br>Where the sun would salute him<br>And the night was violent<br>Fear and Guilt<br>Invade the corners of the room<br>Pain was felt constantlyThey keep on destroying<br>It could be seen through the window<br>The eye of disgust and scorn<br>When you hear the laugh of a madman<br>That`s about to die<br>To suffer alone in disgrace<br>His hate is his own<br>Always hating being alive<br>Sarcastic Existence