Collection of Insane
Pathway thru’ hell, the
gathering of the damned
Divinity’s humor requiring
madness to power their hands
This clan of colors and
creeds, a collection of insane needs
Termed artists, they
write, play and sing to grieve
Happiness is the flame of
terror that teases
Desired but frightening
for what if it releases?
Artistic travails the
scourge of happiness with excesses
Drive in the darkness the
shadows to successes
Hatred for humans then
empathy and love, all in a second
Scowls of blackness - don’t
come near me you cretin!
Confusion for this
condition, resentment at smiles of satisfaction
Smugness in life
reflecting comfort is St Anger’s trigger for restitution
Don’t cry to me, I live in
the world where emotions are words
Misery elicits no sympathy
for that is your strength, no absurdity
So fight or be gone to
fester with the rest of your kind in heaven
I’ll take the chosen that drink melancholy,
absinthe riven
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