The Rotted Snake or the Truth Loved and the Madonna with Child Complex
How sad the soul must be in a moment that has forgotten inspiration that alights the eyes while the DNA sings replicating immortality. Such a clean moment is then destroyed with self consciousness, gossip, fear and demented emotionalism in an individual who has not climbed out of the pit. Fear dark, stinking and buried unfaced during the day and possibly haunting the being with nightmares at night or is it insomnia where the avoidance of sorting through the truth is now a sleep ailment?