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