The New World

A Frightening thing it is,
This new world,
A nightmare would be happy compared to this.

I tried to stay awake,
Afraid of what would if I slept,
I might as well be down at the bottom of that new lake.

The people here are mutants,
Scarred from trials and error,
Their screams reach me, I wish to be eaten by the ants.

Nothing here is beauty,
this Utopian world,
I try to run, as evil ones ask for money...

I finally woke up from the dream,
Scared I was, a young child then,
But now I am one of them, I too scream.