O to know
The bliss of never clutching
To a sweet, shimmering dream.
To have never held in your heart
A pretty thought.

To breathe in and taste,
Noxious, toxic waste;
Look out into the blue gray ruin
And call it heaven.

What ecstasy these souls must thrive in,
To never be burdened
With the nuisance of life
Outside the bottle.

And O, how they ride out
Into the unforgiving streets,
Like dark knights,
Invincible in armor
Of blissful ignorance.

Like vampires,
Immortal
Hunting for innocent blood
To pierce through and flood
With their own filth
And foul disease.

And with nicotine-yellowed fingers,
They point and laugh
At us who see the world through sober eyes,
Who have known such splendors
As love and light and hope
To only have them ripped from our hearts.

We who have known other worlds
Than the hellscape before us
Just like the first man and woman,
Who watched Eden shatter to pieces
Before their very eyes,

And lived on
Forever soiled with the knowledge
That something better exists.

They laugh,
For they are the chosen many
Who have nothing to lose,
Yet are the richest of us all.

Look upon them in pity or disgust,
Our views of them don't matter,
They're better off than us
For they had no dreams to shatter.
 
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