To me, to me
Happy Birthday
But why does it feel
like I have lost a fight
like a burden I am lit
with all these burning ice
blue as the sunlight
red as the wind
why do I regret
that I was born in the end
to me, to me
happy birthday
like mockery, like a joke
a spear spit
through my soul
blue as winter
red as fall
all I feel is kindess
for my dead soul
yet, I still regret
that I was born
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
To me, to me
Happy Birthday
But why does it feel
like I have lost a fight
like a burden I am lit
with all these burning ice
blue as the sunlight
red as the wind
why do I regret
that I was born in the end
to me, to me
happy birthday
like mockery, like a joke
a spear spit
through my soul
blue as winter
red as fall
all I feel is kindess
for my dead soul
yet, I still regret
that I was born
