who am I

Looking through the windowpane with bitterness

I see myself staring back at me

Daring me to rise from this feeling of worthlessness

Wrecked, are my thoughts, run over by the system

Ashes of hope float in my head

My mind is a bloodied ocean of dying spirits

Put out the cigarette, the smoke feels good

Beat me to death, I am immortal

Look at me, don’t turn away

Bind me in your wings of pride

Let my spirits trek this Everest of fear

Let it wander on the moors

Let it breathe the dirt and the wine

Go on, pamper me and I’ll rise

Yes I will

You’ve made my day, I’m good

Are you, of course you are

But if I am you and you are me

Then WHO AM I.