Utopia

I crave a living dream of what is the best for me,

I attempted to get out of the terrible deadly area,

I can't discover the track from the immoral past,

The body that passes from it first rings.

I battle with cancer that swallows within me,

It is not in my organ is on my skin,

The psyche has its points that louse everywhere,

Until the corpse lives on the base,

The heartless lumber is a crooked fool,

The art of confinement where souls can't manage.

I dreamed of the contributors who had me out,

I do not count on another daytime.