Happiness is banal
I live my life at a quarter to midnight
I turn over the page to another sunset
And rip the colours out of the sky.
I walk the street as it fills with ink
Stealing lines for poems to scratch
Onto my skin.
open up the darkest wound
To empty you from me.
Happiness is just something
Fools conjure when they
Can’t find the exit.
Yet I have found the exit
But cowardice won’t let me pass.
I gather the shadows of wraiths,
Wear them as scarves,
Their violin screeches
Nails down a coffin.
I live my life at a quarter to midnight
Happiness is banal.
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