When I am happy,
I am brighter than the most radiant light,
My mind a conflagrant forest;
a blinding light devours wrong and right,
making me believe, unlike Icarus,
the sun could not burn my wings;
she could never shun my deliverance.
When I am sad,
I sit stuck on things once had,
I am blinded by a radiant light,
so I retreat,
to a jet black night;
The sun a lion,
my soul it's meat,
the sun is glutton,
yet he does not eat
When I am happy,
my mind is hot as stars,
and my darkness lies home trapped,
behind honeycomb bars.
Unthreatened by my demons,
with their black suits and white cigars
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
When I am happy,
I am brighter than the most radiant light,
My mind a conflagrant forest;
a blinding light devours wrong and right,
making me believe, unlike Icarus,
the sun could not burn my wings;
she could never shun my deliverance.
When I am sad,
I sit stuck on things once had,
I am blinded by a radiant light,
so I retreat,
to a jet black night;
The sun a lion,
my soul it's meat,
the sun is glutton,
yet he does not eat
When I am happy,
my mind is hot as stars,
and my darkness lies home trapped,
behind honeycomb bars.
Unthreatened by my demons,
with their black suits and white cigars
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