Sometimes when it's late at night
I turn off my lights
and sneak into my room like a spy.
Fertile games stop my crying
and making me
mourn morning to morning
in between every day
except when I’m not.
If we burn for self-proclaimed chosen
we’d die as they ascend.
No! Never bow before them!
their crazy behaviors
aren’t we
mourning morning to morn
in between every day
except when we're not!
Amiga, you and me both
be we stunned or sprouting
fools into songs, prayers, poems
which is more lucky for us
knowing this song is about you
and me.
-2016
