Dandelions bloom for only those with a vast smile upon their face
Normality snaps and creaks beneath the weight of my thoughts
I bruise softly with each lying kiss that I've been given
Each wave of the false death force feeds my being to the abyss
Can the grave news wait for another medicated morning?
Repeating reruns of smoke filled fear I stumble in and out of day-mares
I've succumbed to the modified way of the world
I will rebel the romantics I will start the revolution
The answer to life is beneath them, her, him, you!
I frown when I'm loved; scowl when rebuked
Is there no justice?
Far weaker have reached the places I will never go
Abstract obscurity turns the poetic "must have been's" off
I will bask in my glory of a broken, exiled genetic mind.