Sweet little prince,
what are you doing?
It's a mess of a world in here,
Worth more trouble than pursuing.
Do you think you can handle it?
The darkness will choke you
when the candle's unlit.
In here, no matter where you sit,
The sunset is tainted—
this world's gone to shit.
Listen to the tippler,
his whiskey is his lullaby.
There's a thousand more men in here who'd kill themselves
so they don't cry.
He is ashamed when he drinks,
we are ashamed when we sink.
We're never satisfied in here,
that's all we really think.
Heed your snake's warning,
It's lonely among men.
When you walk among humans, stop where you stand—
you'll notice a lot of us have bloodstained hands.
Sweet little prince,
surely you can hear.
Return home to your rose,
I can't protect you here.
I won't lie,
I'm selfish as well.
I want you to stay,
it's lonely in this hell.
Perhaps we need you and
your precious little light.
(—But I can't do that to you, I refuse to drag you down—)
It's good to hear you laugh,
but it'll kill you when we fight.
Go home, little prince—
your rose is waiting for you.
~
inspired by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's novel.
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