Happiness

Don’t enter my room
You can’t handle tropical storms
Even with a militia, wise men, 3 cats and plenty of swords
The doom and gloom sets sights upon your radiant bloom and lights a torch for every unopened tomb in the room

So this time bury me properly
I’ve devised a supple supply of booby traps
Complete with faulty wiring and a silent knife that comes with a warranty guaranteed to never miss a single artery

Sometimes I wonder if it’s even possible for my brain to be tethered properly
Maybe I’m just scaling oil-slicked walls
Either way you missed all the rehearsals and arrived just in time to watch the curtains fall
I was called to pull a branch off the tree that grows the fruit of my labor, slap on a sticker that says “Debts paid to society” and bring it to my forsakers so they can administer my public-defiance of the social construct ass-lashings

Life like CandyLand, all so sweet
Happiness rotting out your Wisdom Teeth
Endlessly and slowly fighting back your suffering
Gems of the mind grow slow like mold
Gold, cold and unique

The ratios range alters in waves
Sometimes good is shared, sometimes good is saved
The polar is the same despite opposition in name
And the cycle repeats
And the cycle remains

Potent bravery in the face of monstrous maelstroms
Ignoring safety to approach the destined chalice of common sense and understanding

It’s never been the men who fish
But the fishers of men who always catch the biggest bitch

And on the day I decide your shoes truly don’t fit me, the pair I ordered arrives in the mail
Finally decided what I’m fighting for
Or maybe just another way to pass the time until the secret ending is unveiled