don’t they understand
they are so much
darker than you and I
my dear depression that
everything is so much
sadder out there than we
are in here compared to
their everyday every post
every newscast you and I
are ecstasy personified it’s
a healthy alternative our
melancholy to the pathology
most are married to cheat on
return to it’s holy, even, my
dodi li, my beloved downcast
we are our own shabbat
everything stops and we alone
have escaped to keep it what
do they know the society of shooters
the electors of mad kings
to calls us names come
lock the doors my preferable
eclipse don’t let their
darkestness in.