Clear blue is the sky,
The daylight passes by,
I sit inside and dream,
Forever it may seem,
The minutes they are countless,
Like sandgrains on the beach,
When I am all but working,
With fewer goals to reach,
I cough up blood and apples,
For breakfast that I ate,
The clerk comes to my bed,
To hand me another plate,
My soul cries my heart aches,
From a dream my mind awakes,
Simple fever is all it takes,
For total outbreak.
Short poem by the Cyberdevil
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