These bars are the soul,
these bars so cold.
can’t touch them anyway
I’ve nowhere to go.
this forlorn light, why even fight
left to die by the end of the night.
I still don’t know why
I even try to make friends, share my
clearly world needs not
another corpse, just more snot
I oft long covid wed this mend
longfully look in the eyes, this trend
shrug into death just to come back again
at least the underworld wants to be my friend
