Human trash

Your eyes are plastic glass...you can only watch the disgusting view that reality has to offer you.You can t brake the glass to set yourself free no matter how hard you hit your clunched fists against it. You scream and rattle in dispair , yell for somone but the only thing you get back is the same voice only softened and interrupted by the sarcastic echo which only immitates your abominable cries , mocking you.You want to let everyone hear your true thoughts , but surprisingly when the material mouth opens and starts talking about nonsense , it is clear to you that it is impossible.
You feel alone in a vast space of dark nothingness...however at the same time you feel the fleshy body titining up against yourself until the sence of claustrofobia reaches its peak , making it unbearable for you and it stays that way until the "end".Imprisoned in the indistructible cell of meat , you are so alone.
Unreal i thought...but somehow the vivid presence of other beings was overwhelming."Hello my friends , finally , we meet."