We are all lost.

You are the only believer

of your own lies,

I know too well

but I’m not the one to condemn.

I just observe,

in the grief I allow.

We are all lost.

We are all the same.

We are the mirror

and the face in it.

We are our pain

and what caused it.

We are the cord we weaved,

and the scissors that broke it.

The perpetrators,

the bandits and the thieves,

the destroyers,

and the wounded, robbed ones.

We are all lost.

Do not be fooled.