Day and night
hour after an other one
the stronger devours the weaker
I can see it
some times I feel it
I get inside the back of my head
I am not joking
I see a ball
it jumps
and plays
in my brain
it write with my blood
peace
peace
peace
for three times
I bleed from my ears
then the ball says
the dreamers are guilty
the game is over
do not worry
that....
is what they want
think of yourself
and
perceive your own faults
forget them
how hollow and empty
the place right now
my poems....
torture me
now...
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