Happy?

There are days and long drawn out nightly tides where I just get pale on my insides from the sounds of the circus around me. Come one, come all! See our newest addition to this sadist pleasing menagerie! If this is what you call friends and if this is what you call family..then take my ticket; I'm cashing out and I hope you know where to stick it, because I can't be a part of an empty shelf life start to what we call "the American dream". Trains shooting off steam from hot bouncing coals; taking away lovers to places that even in your old age, you'll never know. That's just it! You'll never know! Where did they go, oh where did they go!? It just goes to show that what our youth had in store was nothing more than the precious whore we call wasted time. Oh, if only I had a dime for every second I've wasted on nights like this! And if I could grow trees from the veins in my wrists, I'd pray to God that my fruit litter would taste ever so bitter to your vivacious tongue.

But then again, there are moments where I wish to just find a place to rest. So despite the pulling in my chest, I give in to the original sin that is my human skin and crush any ambition left in my dying eye sockets.

Emptying out my pockets, I'll place on the table all I have that is stable to be just another machine in your ever so pristine depiction on what it is to be content.

I hope this makes you happy, because it's killing me.