Scared

There was a fragment of life, in the middle of the time, scrunched as those fantastic plastic machines who are crippling our delicate moments of "freedom", of choice.
One after another, go home! But you don't have, indigents! The destitute.
tension over my shoulders trying to keep calm and warm, but I can't, they try to destroy me. But I'll be better tonight. Better than ever.
Disrespect.
Torture.
Silence.
Death.
Change.
New birth.
Bliss.
Life again.
Blow away!