Unborn

The man with the plastic bug in his head monopolized my dreams last night in the place that the horsefly of my dignity finally surrender to the impresario without a fight. Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia reminding the rustiness of the purple child flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind. The disinheritance of my immortality the final day discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love restored my will to escape manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above. Released from the plastic bug in my head try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky laughing,singing,whispering,playing seven days and seven hours before he dies.