Melancholia

My body's made of cells

and cells are made to keep you caged

I keep awake to celebrate

my sweet escape

I've seen the flames of this hell

and made it either way

So why be afraid, It's okay

It's just fire it's just love it's just us

It's just trust it's just this once

When these small talk graces

keep me warm

Like a small-pox blanket in a storm

When the rainfalls and entrenches

all that gets touched

Making evergreens to defend

against the next one

I'll take a Redrum neat or on the rocks

One of these cocktails will be a molotov

If I keep it up eyes shut

and my feet are stuck

Icarus wings adjust just

so I can reach the sun

So I can sing with such ardor

I deplete my lungs

And my heart beats so much

that it starts seizing up

These are the symptoms of an optimist

Melancholia kissed him

on his bottom lip

And here I am, a picture

of accomplishment

Mixture of the opposites

insecure and confident

So is this a path of glory

Or a dead end to a lonely

saddened story

Where I buried my confession

I married my depression

Now the holy matrimony's

grown to owing alimony

Show me what I hide beneath

my grin under my deceitful skin's

Another guy I'd like to meet

I wonder why he seems so grim

Every piece of him

they subdivide to equal bits

To pitch into the ocean told 'em

love is blind so sink or swim

And so I oblige breast

stroking side to side

Till the stroke inside

my breast gets hold and I abide

And so by and by I try to

fight a tide that’s tidal sized

Until my vital signs subside

and I write my goodbyes

To my friends that

are dropping like flies

It's a trend that I'll follow in time

I pretend that I ought to be fine

Getting dizzy once again from

these wandering eyes of mine

I need some R & R I think

I'll drink some R & R

Sip spirits lift spirits then

I'll raise the bar at bars

I bring the darkest part of

myself door to door

Let's press our chests together

then we'll have a heart to heart

I saw a fallen star

and didn't wish upon it

If you're not that superstitious

you don't get that disappointed

I'll never say I'm different,

cause I've never made a difference

And I've yet to pay attention

to the debt that I've avoided

I set to write a portrait

not emotional confessions

This is spring cleaning for a

closet full of bone collections

I'm not alone the

monochrome is so infectious

But I won't regret it if

I follow all my own directions