Should I even be depressed?
When I wish upon a sorrow,
I could feel the one you’re short of.
Cast by a long vanished lamp,
I am you, therefore I am.
When you wake, you shan’t remember,
I’m your shadow, you’re my ember.
Your past perefectness affairs
Flew asunder. Downstairs
You still count your own deaths,
Quivering inside. Deep breaths.