who taught you to live like that?

Who taught you to love like that?

When they are screaming hate

But you are scribbling smiles and picking up on stars

With your iron boots in furnace

They ask you to climb

And you climb

So what if your feet are ashed?

So what if your hands are burned?

You in the darkest part of verse

But you always focus on that some billion year away spark:

Who taught you to live like that?

Doomed until you are drowning

Drowning until you are fighting

Fighting until you are losing

Echoes of your name from the past

But where are they from?

They never asked for you

Who are they from?

Your delusional mind losing the sight

But you’ll always know when it’s time for the fall.