The person you never were
The house and family you never had
existing just out of range
interferring in your sleep
warming up the imagination
Provoking the thirst for rest
A perfect scream
one that could be fabricated by the million
The lustful desire to be heard
yet it´s meaninglessness
when those that heard felt nothing
Not even a dull curiosity
You wake up in some other reality
brick and mortar in your hands
how did it get there?
The mouth thirsty to scream
empty streets
deaf masses
get your loaf of caredom
Buy it with your excess credit
from accounts futility and boredom
silence piles on
the invisible commuters
on the train of your soul
hitching a ride shamelessly
leaving crude graffiti and a migraine arrow through you
Just cock that scream
aim it high and load on the decibels
why can´t you just get it through to the ears
of a mispent youth
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