Broken symbols
Align on my walls,
Superstitious charms
Left out to ward evil,
Magic fortune cards
To warn of danger,
Prove useless to me
When depression comes.

No amount of luck,
Can save my skin.
No voodoo magics,
Can change my fate.
I throw salt over my shoulder
To keep foreign demons away.
I clutch my knot and eye
To keep my own monsters down.

They all are false,
These dark beliefs.
Or else, I’d sell my soul
For good things to be.
If I had not lost faith
In these childish things,
I’d pray to the gods
For better luck.