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Cathedral walls

Walls, height of a Cathedral, colored deep dark blue
an ominous empty space, and only you

breath taking silence, huge ceilings of glass
a diorama, watched by the eyes of the mass

the atmosphere of empty darkness thrills your feeling
while a shivery light shines trough the ceiling

faded grey faces, with eyes like ice
the threatening looks, makes fear arise

nowhere to go, no place to hide
the claw of panic tries a ride

nearly frantic, the fear, the frustration
the only choice is to accept isolation.

to live in a continuous state of awareness and gloom
living your live in the cathedral blue room

Levens gedicht door: Reiziger

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