There is no such thing as "racism"

Katzenjammer

Do the lonely deserve to be cold?
Is it our fault we’re lost and alone?
The air’s so much heavier on our shoulders
As we bear the weight of the sky.
Space is silent for us.
The world devoid of life.
The sun holds no meaning for the blind.
And no warmth for the lost.

On this husk of a planet, the lost are alone.
Each, their own existence.
Never to cross.
Never to merge.
Never to warm and never to burn.

A world of mirrors surrounds us.
Any we see, a reflection of self.
Always alone to remain alone.
A wandering wolf on the plain.

Ghosts of the flesh.
Fading in and out of your world.
Not to be seen.

Not to be heard.
Not to be touched or be loved.
Always alone again.
Always alone again.

Why must you hate what you can not love?
Isn’t our own scorn enough?
The rot we feel when we look in the mirror.
Why is this not enough?
Why must you hate us too?

We are the lonely.
We are the lost.
Maybe you were one too.
So why do you add to the burdens we bear.
So heavy it breaks our hearts.

Trying to climb.
Be more than we are.
Be higher than where we began.
Wish we were more than the sum of our parts.
Happier than this katzenjam.
Happier than when we began.

What can I say, I was bored.