She Waits In Horror

Fabricate the channels, debate it at the panels.
Sleep walk through the fog, breathe in corporate smog.

Rushing away keeps the nightmares at bay.

So says a lady.
Beaten, broken, damned.

She does not feel despair.
She's too wise and too aware.

She cannot tell the difference, between alive and dead.
The future was embedded inside her lonely head.