Misery pills, did you take them today?
Do you feel anything?
Do you hear me?
… Do I… exist?
Do I for you live?
Do you for them a tortured life lead?
Where is she, your savior?
Where is she, your failure?
And you blame her? Yes, you blame her.
You’ll never see, will you?
The beautiful landscapes around you, see the swallows?
The convex beauty as day falls to night?
No, you see shadows.
Silhouettes of a man that could have been…
Do you see your reflection?
All around you, cracks, or so you claim?
Where is your might?
And what have you done?
Did you scare them away?
Trade them for a self-fulfilled prophecy?
Misery pills, you’re running out of them,
Did you take them today?
Are we going to fight?
What am I living for?
Do I exist…?
This tortured life of yours
(Art by unknown)