Depressed Superheroes

Five words roll the tongue

Five words like a fine wine..

Bitter and sweet,

in it's conquer - defeat.

Never a still moment

It's a fight or be dug in

Painfully bare

For whoever enters the show to see.

Walls up, wall down

Rip your armor, stay your hand..

Over and over,

We die just to be born.

We wish for more arms

A pair to hug us while we bleed

A pair to dig us through our filth

Always crawling up, cease to take defeat.

Look to the front, 

There's a soul who needs.

Look to the back,

There's a soul we need...

If every question has an answer,

Are we the missing puzzle piece?

Peaceful in pieces,

Puzzling with ourselves?

Five words roll the tongue

Five words to make me breathe.

Like a dead pile of bones,

Just trying to live-

We're all just depressed superheroes.