A city in my head

In my head there's a hole, one I cant control

where there citizens work with not rest, with no hope.

In the greatest machine i could never expect. 

Of pure destruction that represent my end.

I guess is my faul, I let her scheme for so long.

Feeding it with ideas that only that turned its fire into an open flame

And now the ghost forms my past let it work with none stop.

I guess I was the master, but also de machine and those ghost only existed

in this nostalgic mind. 

Holi, this is so embarrassing, no acostumbro a escribir mucho y mucho menos a enseñárselo a los demás. Aprecio consejos y tips para mejorar en la escritura!