The dreadful substance.

The face is silent,
The mouth is closed,
But look into the darker side of mind,
Whilst make the thoughts exposed.
They whisper, the unspoken kind -
Fuck me, devour me,
Complete me, destroy me.
In the tiny corner somewhere there it lays,
Yet it remains always silent, the time passes and days,
Neutral plays the main role,
Until you arrive at the horizon,
The Moroccan sun remains a North Pole.