Is life a gift
or a curse
for the ones who are damned
to live under broken skies?
The shadows advance
brought by stitched-up names,
haunting every lucid dream
until you gasp awake.
The land is filled by pretentious princesses,
envious empresses, and dreadful duchesses,
and each passing year it feels
like they're piling up litter
for losers like me to gather and keep
forever.