Spleen

q 009When the world turns into a dark dungeon

And hope like a bat batters the walls with timid wings

Butting its head against the rotten ceiling

 

When the rain descends like prison bars

And a silent horde of horrid spiders

Spin webs deep within my brain

— Charles Baudelaire

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