I have begun cleaning up…
I am wiping it then….
I know it…
I can see the algae surrounding me…
All the green, oozing wilderness….I created
My achievement, my wealth…
They don’t let me breathe and dream.
The other day I woke up
When my dreams were suffocated
I caught the dampness in my palms….
My achievement, my wealth…
My web, my illusion…
Its not a call for help…
Its not a sigh of loneliness…
Its not the white flag…
My achievement, my wealth…
The treacherous greenness
Worse than the simplicity of death…
Keep away, stay apart…
The cowardice of the blind day…
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