Life fragment

I go out everynight and mingle with the faceless croud. I want to scream but I'm too proud. I wish I felt alive again. I need to breathe some real air. Am I awake, am I asleep or have I been transformed into a sheep? I try to listen to my heartbeat but all I hear is a crog creak. I try to look at the real world, but a veil covers it all. I feel trapped in an old frame, doomed to play the same game, over, and over, and over again… 

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