Cruelty from a burial view

         Basically,  I'm still dreaming a cruel reality in which smiling is no longer part of our world, and our world is as imaginary as our souls. In my world  even the plastic trees are dying out fed by our completely absence. My world fulfilled with emptiness, represents with nothing the weight of everything above our shoulders. So much so, my mouth is soaked up in soil and ground whereas my head flies round above beyond the sky. Therefore, I'm still dreaming a cruel reality.