~ Quaere ~: The Face of Happiness

Happiness is a sound, beyond music and reason,

Beyond words, so numb, - it is like a season

Of a bipolar being, swinging on waves

Of shadows and lights, within caves.

Happiness is a demon, I hate it, I admit.

And often I dream on, trying to outwit

It's web of lies and delusion and sound,

Thus I run away and hope not to be found.

Happiness has a face with round, empty eyes,

And with its bodyless body, it floats above skies,

Like a kite crawling and stealing the light,

From the sun. And you're left with the night.

Happiness is confusion with a hypnotic stare,

It is like the fusion of an abstract affair

With the concrete of thought - or of sin,

It is scary, it's terror and darkness within!

o.O

~ Quaere ~