Paper knights.

She sings just to know how she’s dying,
She prays to a god who’s not there.
She dreams of a day without crying,
She longed for a teaspoon of care.

He screams just to know how he’s living,
He swears to the god he believes.
He hopes for a day without giving,
He wished to not be deceived.

She is only human, you know, can’t you see?
The very girl that I daily pray to be.
She is the coward, brave enough to be weak,
The one who gave up on existence so bleak.

He is no more a god than you,
Vulnerable to the colour blue.
He can’t be blamed in lonely death,
Suffered enough, fin’lly at rest.

The tale of two souls, so easily envied;
By only those who can no longer be…
Bothered to smile and to laugh and to write,
In ink and blood, on lucid paper [k]nights.