The Horrors of Unconscious

They are deep buried somewhere
in the moor of unconscious,
a grange of emotions abandoned,
a barren land of displeasure,
now you are entering there,
with cold shivers,
and unattended grudges,
a dark moist province,
with mist of fears,
surrounded by gloom and depression,
twixt you hear
melancholy sound of your footsteps,
and see those reflections of you,
solemn and solitude,
sobbing in loneliness,
ah! you miserable you,
your cruel motives,
horrible intentions,
repulsive thoughts,
terrible deeds,
ghastly crimes,
no! you can't take it,
it's eating you,
it's haunting you,
you are frightened,
mourning won't let you go,
you are in den of terrors,
a cave of invisible demons,
full of your ugly sins,
your worst nightmares,
you are in denial,
frenzy has engulfed you,
your shrieks are unheard,
you wretch!
you devil in human body!
you are to pay for everything,
and you can't run from that,
your transient prayers,
a beg for forgiveness,
shedding money for charity,
nah! they won't save you,
you are clung to the ghosts,
which are never dead,
those ghosts of yourself,
unleashing unstoppable
horrors of unconscious.