happiness eludes,
runs,
scoffs and laughs.
she looks me in the eye,
a smile pursing her lips.
she steps closer,
takes hold of my hand,
all the while smiling.
whispering in my ear,
or was it just the wind.
"you can never have me."
her name is happiness.
she watches,
she laughs and claps,
giddy at my obvious pain and dejection.
she calls for more.
she calls for blood,
wants to hear the crackle of broken bones.
her name is happiness.
they kick,
tear,
hurt.
while i am down,
they hit harder.
her laughter:
their inspiration.
inspiring cruelty and aggression.
she laughs,
they laugh as well.
their names are destiny,
faith,
hope,
love,
life...
perpetually optimistic.
stabbed,
beaten,
torn,
ripped,
disfigured,
destroyed.
in all this lays perfection.
in my faults,
my pains,
i find perfection.
stronger,
so much stronger for it.
perpetual optimism.
i will stand again.
i will be fine.
stronger,
so much stronger for it.
broken and ravished,
bruised and bloody.
i hold on.
i fight back.
stronger.
Perpetually optimistic.
her name is happiness;
she scoffs and terrorizes.
stronger,
so much stronger for it.
i smile...
kinda explains what i felt in the borg and what i feel now that im out... i dont really write about the borg anymore... ha ha
the infamous one