The instinct

Something is not correct
Despite of all my positive vibes
I can sense it
Like a burning pungent smell
From some dark unclean corner
I can sense it
The intensity of it
The hideousness
That poison kiss
And yet
It seems like a folly
Some intentional psyche
An insane rally
the vibes are not significant
yet they affect
like those grey marks on marble
after centuries of rest.
I try to cure it from inside
yet it breeds right beside
reason unknown
somewhere in dome
but the link still resides
past and present
side by side.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer