A Dream
A dream been covered by darkness, fear and loneliness.
Tears and my hunger being watch from a cellphone or a TV Tower
I've been trapped inside the most missareble soundless room, listening to my thoughts being reproduce through their speakers. Suffering and feeling agonizing chest pain. While scanning my tired heart.
How long more should I go?
So, sad. Very depress. .
Knowing I'm sorrounded by sycophants .
I can't understand...
It's just a crazy dream
the most horrible
madness inside my head
The VR plays just twilight worlds
Where my words are being mokered.
And being called "El Loco"
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