I yearn to recall
I yearn to recall simpler times
When suicidal thoughts were comforting
An occasional hobby
When I found,
When I found Shakespeare's tragedies funny
And superfluous his comedies
“I cried to dream again”
Saccharin's no honey
Marie shared her cake
/Comfort Eagle/ and pretty ribbons of pink upon guillotines
It's the artificiality
It's a fissure to me
A trap sending monsters to their grave
Sacrificing sanity's a must
Sumaria or bust!
“But you’re healthy, you’re writing,
You’re in a band,
The one you love, you have their hand
You don’t have it bad!”
Everything is relative
Eloquence and artistry are semantics
Brain and mind appreciate diversity
Their feuds devastate the body
(Hypersomnia is so tiring)
If being happy wasn’t dependent on chemistry,
My blood polarity would be blasphemy
(Nothing promises pleasure)
Records/stories are spun every night
(Framing means nothing)
I’m just biding my time