Melancholia

My bodys made of cells
and cells are made to keep you caged
I keep awake to celebrate
my sweet escape
Ive seen the flames of this hell
and made it either way
So why be afraid, Its okay
Its just fire its just love its just us
Its just trust its 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
Ill 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 matrimonys
grown to owing alimony
Show me what I hide beneath
my grin under my deceitful skins
Another guy Id 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 getshold 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
Its a trend that Ill 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
Ill drink some R & R
Sip spirits lift spirits then
Ill raise the bar at bars
I bring the darkest part of
myself door to door
Lets press our chests together
then well have a heart to heart
I saw a fallen star
and didnt wish upon it
If youre not that superstitious
you dont get that disappointed
Ill never say Im different,
cause Ive never made a difference
And Ive yet to pay attention
to the debt that Ive avoided
I set to write a portrait
not emotional confessions
This is spring cleaning for a
closet full of bone collections
Im not alone the
monochrome is so infectious
But I wont regret it if
I follow all my own directions