“Let’s gamble with his life!”

said the cruel idol of addiction,

pointing to the lost boy.

“That, by the end of day,

unwanted and unloved,

he’ll put the poison in his blood.”

“Let’s make a bet on that one!”

said the bitter goddess of depression,

pointing to the girl on the bridge.

“That, by the end of day,

unknown, sick and so tired,

she’ll join the choir of shadows.”

“I know one that’s much better!”

said my abandoned heart,

pointing at me with all of its broken pieces.

“That, yet another day,

she won’t remember she’s alive,

therefore she’ll die inside again.”

“I still say my boy wins,

with venom in his bloodstream!”

“You’re being such fools, both

of you forget the bridges

somehow attract the darkness?”

“Well, as I said, I’m better,

for I’ll continue beating

even when she will beg me…”

They stopped and there was silence.

A voice spoke from the clouds.

It claimed the lost and lonely,

It claimed the sick and sad,

It claimed my brokenness!

It said “They are all Mine!”

He said “They are all Mine!”

So they shall be alive,

So I shall be alive!