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I descend in this arduous water, Filthy by the deeds done The light runs out at each movement, The sound becomes gloomier, at each eyelash beat And I try undaunted to find a handhold In these putrid ropes that drag me inside A condemned cave, where water gets lost, With my orientation The breath lacks, there is no time, I fall more in dephts, looking for a sure moment. I found even darker and stunned by the scare, I’ve let that an even gloomier sound Flooded my body, stained in black. - UTOPIAN SOUL -