Breathe unto lifeless form
Heartbeats sailing on jagged rocks
Inside is a turbulent storm
Of a cynic who mocks

Oh Joy, that infernal thing
Have no use for it, that devil
Anguish it will always bring
Nay, to it I'll not be civil

Curse it, curse myself
Fleeting smiles untethered
Flight at once with deft
Never lastingly fettered

Price too high, I daresay
Sweetness leaves a sour taste
For the brave willing to pay
Would I do so in haste?