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Happiness Kept Raw

Options are choices that make a tangled mess of toxins
Create, create; stolen from the ghost of the night
Knowing and growing, glowing if so
I promised her one thing, happiness kept raw
I didn't mean to break so easily, caged in with fear
Which direction shall we go?
It's your toy of mysterious magic

Clap, parade around like you're the bear of sound
Roar of the tiger, who's left to watch
Pessimism taking place of reality
Craving attention, starving for beauty
While he takes out his pain in the worst way
Allowing us, you and I, to grip the fear within
Bitter while licking the tips of tongues
What does this even mean?
Im drunk in the first place
I don't give a damn about your actuality
We're all leaving this place eventually
Heaven and hell haven't caught up with me

Written by WanderingWillow

Published 16th Aug 2015

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Re. Happiness Kept Raw

crowfly

17th Aug 2015 00:11am

This is fine work, very well written and worded. There are several lines that intrigue me possibly due to personal relevance. "Options are choices that make a tangled mess of toxins" might involve the lesser of evils. I'm usually stuck with damage control. Then "We're all leaving this place eventually / Heaven and hell haven't caught up with me yet." Probably still another choice once they do. Maybe just enjoy the ride and do minimal harm until then. Hope this makes sense. Welcome to the site WanderingWillow!