Those dead eyes...

They reflect my own..
She brims with sadness, it overflows...
We are one because we suffer.
We are low.
We feel guilty.
It's our fault, you see.
The world blames us and we accept it,
we are the ones who bear the weights.
They hold us down and make us crawl.
We take it all,
it's our fault, you see.
Sometimes we fly high
Our chains uplift and we touch the blues in the sky.
But surely we return,
gravity prevails
and drags us each in turn.
We are deflated balloons,
our flesh turning black once again,
the blues washing away.
We hit ground
weights surround,
bind us down,
our blameful crowns.
We are the kings of dispair,
we overrule ourselves,
exiling our souls,

and no one knows...