You might not believe me
But some people can waste their entire lives without a hint of strife or bitterness.
They sleep in beds of roses with pretty boys and girls that taste all too alike.
When they're hungry
They eat
When they're bored
They adorn themselves with frail jewelry and parade around in lavish estates, clustered with frail people.
You can hear them clawing at their skin from time to time
Trying to get out.