Ok so what the hell is this, this hole this gap this thin ice that I walk on, waiting for the cracks to appear and with one hint of pressure for me to fall into a dark abyss of inevitable fate, created by chance, by act by design.
I wish to float, to glide out of the dark and through the haze that surrounds the everyday carcasses that walk our streets, that drain our blood and try to swallow our souls. I want to live and breath in a bubble, to gently glide through the city unaffected by the pollution of the people all around. I know that my fate will be to catch on the corner of something and pop, then to slowly choke on the fumes of peoples ill fated manner, yet hopefully I will be able to grab one of them to strangle before the fumes intoxicate my lungs and they collapse within my chest.
We are a plague, a walking disease which smothers all that is good in the world, we put dreams and passions in cages and boxes while we tapdance around them, you see the show, the specticle but not the soul, the soul contains the truth, in our world money controls the souls, therefore the soul will always be trapped.

The stars are getting covered by smog while the acid destroys our streets and the money destroys our minds. We cannot cope, we cannot breath, we are choking on our own induced vomiting.