Happiness is a wonderful feeling,
In its warm, joyous touch,
Yet when I sit here reeling,
Memories never help much.

Self consumption,
Of my soul's light,
Beat down by assumption,
Ripped open by night,
Eaten by death,
Digested by life,
Shit out by pain,
Flushed down the,
Toilet of strife.

Poor acid on the wound,
Heal it up fast,
Or maybe not,
Maybe it'll just open up fast,
For nothing consoles me,
In my horrible darkness,
If only you could see,
The death of my soul,
When it should be set free.

Happiness tortures me,
In my longing of it,
Eating me up inside,
Death is the only solution fit,
To solve my pain,
Yet even death escapes my wit.

Eaten up inside,
With nothing left to hide,
I laid down and cried,
My brain is fried,
My soul has died,
By death I must abide,
But everyone has just lied,
At least I can say I tried,
But now my hands are tied.