Happiness

World of happiness,

can't see my world of grief.

Pain, suffering from day to day.

But its ok if you like your life. OK!

You want me out of your world?

My world is played out in my head

and on my paper.

Deciphering incrypted knowledge

That only I posess.

Possession in 9tenths of the law

Even under arrest.

Yes my world is distorted.

Contorted, controlled by me.

You wouln't survive my reality,

my world.

Cause I'd kill you.

Swiftly with a sword or

a bullet to your brain pan.

Happiness is a false sense of a way of being.

It is not my reality.

It is not my future.

And it has never been my past.

What! Jingle Bells? Go to Hell!!

Die another day they say.

Music played every day in my head.

Private concert.

Invitation one.

I wish I can stop this madness.

Shoot me in the head.

Stab me in my broken heart.

Just let the pain be gone.

Happiness is not reachable anymore.

It does not exist.

12-12-2011