Some time ago
Amidst the chaos and confusion
When what seemed quite real
Was really just illusion
We asked ourselves if we’d rather remain broken
And give up our fix
We were malicious yet delicious
And magically tragic
We felt just as real
As Velveteen Rabbits
Defined by our vices, our virtues, and habits
It’s arduous
Please pardon us
Our time is not eternal
We refuse to feel the heat
Though the fire burns infernal
We are slaves unto time
Our untamed jungle minds
Toiling ’til the end of our days in the garden of circumstance