Cheers

to all those who are fighting wars in their heads.

This is for the ones
who run riots with razors
the ones with protruding ambition
and walking carcasses.

This is for the ones
with blackened and stained shine
and with amplified nightmares
that seep into their eyes.

this is for the ones
who would rather descend six feet underground
than walk the same distance trapped in their
vulnerable and fragile machines

This is for the ones
that wake up
and plaster their mask on
with pseudo emotions
and dull perceptions.

this is for
the broken hearts
the time bombs
the ones with fire in their minds
the comets that flew too fast
the stood up
the fucked up
the drifters
and the painted dolls

and for all of us drained souls
with no zest  in our beating hope
for sharing roses and diamonds

I raise my glass
and cheer to you.