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Evilly So Happily
The only happiness I enjoy today is my complex lunacy. What ever has become of me? I didn't use to be this way. I was once a happy child. And as a kid the things I did were ever so tender and mild. While laughing at one's misery is where I stop and find. That the insanity has demented me, but I don't miss my mind. Cause I like to watch the raindrops fall. From the ground and moving up much like the march hare's half a cup It makes no sense at all Now am I really here? Or have I died and my brain just lied? And told me I have another year. The things that should probably make me sad, like being ripped of all I had is actually what makes me very glad. But is that really, very bad? And I will happily watch the tragedy that I find your life to be. So says the demon, who slowly is, becoming me. So I sit here in my tower. Looking down, while judging others see their faces, hate their mothers. My evil growing by the hour. Lost in lust is how I feel for what I see in front of me. As the fabric of my mind I peel. To watch the world and see it fall. When everything around me is stripped of it's reality. Such pretty colors they are all.
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