Those
Lucky those who don’t cry at night,
those who aren’t surrounded by ghosts and the dark,
by memories or feelings.
Lucky those who let go, who don’t remember names or states,
those who own free brave light souls and were never afraid of society.
Lucky you cause you found me, but accursed me cause I found you. Oh accursed me.
A lifetime of tears wouldn’t be enough for your hungry soul.
Your shattered insides, my shattered pride, your nasty way of dancing in the wrong wearing a smile, locking me in a world of idealization and fake light.
Lucky those who know what they’re worth,
who never lost themselves in the wind.
Lucky those who are judged by themselves, and by nobody else,
those who fear not flesh and bone.
Lucky those who don’t consider themselves humans,
and never stop reassuring answers.
Lucky you cause you found me, but accursed me cause I found you. Oh, accursed me.
