The Curse of Birth

We were born in windowpanes.

The wind and rain helped us weather

The pain of harsh awakenings.

The light was dark, and pained us

As we let our demons save us,

let our demons save us as if there was

salvation in pain.

Perhaps we would've seen the 

Postage stamps in the mirror had

We looked up,

looking up to former

passengers passing

farewells in airport terminals.

I saw light crawl in through our 

Windows-- We slipped pills through the

Crevices to ward off happiness.

Perhaps we'd just grown older, but I didn't

Buy that.

I thought we could've grown happiness.

Perhaps we were just born to be happy less.