Breathe

I am one of those children

Who find it hard to breathe

Although sleeping,

Feel it difficult to sleep.

Even if we would return to the wild

Maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination

Maybe everything is fine

Everything is a natural product of evolution

Maybe everything is fine

Become the one

Become god

Become competition

Become maladjusted,

Self-inflicting horror that burns,

Tortures and defiles

Plagues and ruins

DESTROYS

Destroys until nothing is left

Everything is theft

Become human