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The sleeping guest, every home is like alcatraz.
Here in this prison
of paper and glass,
doubts leading to madness.
Cold as a stone I lay,
I pray,
I cry words
and speak tears.
Who listens?
Who hears?
Beneath my chest I hide my demons,
doubts,
nothing but fears.
Cold and damned
by existence
I lay,
I be
and I not.

Lo siento si hay errores.

Llorando y con un día muy negro... Me ha gustado mas que los textos de prosa que sueles escribir.