depression · Life · love

Purgatory bliss

Why are we like this?

Every time

The arguments

Constantly

No reason nor rhyme

.

We chug on

Gluttony for punishment

Bring it the fuck on

.

Rage in your tyranny

For every poxy mistake

God I’m fed up

I’ve had all I can take

.

Can’t do right for doing wrong

Don’t talk nor listen

I’m putrid, poisonous waste

Infect you with my touch

.

Love is barren, dwindling away

Like this constant purgatory

That is life as it is

Us as we are

Is anything but bliss

fantasy

Intrigue

What are you upto?

You’re not usually here

Something is weird

Seems rather queer

A little out of place

Hmm, yes it must be

You seem mischievous

Oh could it be?

What devishly delight

Have you got in store?

I’m sure it’s good

Come on, don’t be a bore

The suspense is killing me

Eating me alive

Oh you cheeky so and so

What a nice surprise

Life · love

Harmony

We all have choices
some large, some small
we can change the world
with grace or madness.

Such power, often abused
we may only be a speck
settling our problems
to move to the next.

Some kind acts, people too
goodness in hearts
for all to see, harmony
well, I love you all.