and silent night.
Raw touch from the
known last fight.
Even these broken shards rip your soul,
reveling through mine in touches old.
I’m not depressed, so all can see
How this dark depth inspires me.
And while you are sickened,
vacant, I am swell,
every part of my paradise
negates your hell
Ergo, stop the talk,
violence, and cease to cry,
rests in my lullaby.
Some say madness, who see me here,
examining contentedness with what they fear.
Exuding life, your world inhabited by cowards, fools.
Not mine, freedom set by my rules.
My turn to speak loudly,
else mark me well,
because I am happy,
everyone go to hell.