Where does happiness come from?
Does it come from the beauty of life?
Or from the laughs and smiles...
But there are dark people,
That aren't happy,
They surge into violence,
With hate flowing through them like black ink through a broken pen.
They stare, in complete silence
And think, why is everyone happy?
We all wonder, is it the laughs?
Or is it the smiles?
But we overlook these small,
Simple things.
Does nature really have a name?
Do birds fly?
And does the sun really "shine?"
We all wonder,
When we're angry,sad,and even happy.
You think, why am i happy?
It's all because of the walk to work.
You cross through the park,and see the smiles
And you here the laughs, but why do you feel down?
Why aren't you as cheerful as these people?
It is because of you're addiction,
The taste of the drug, just makes you want more.
The smell, the sight
You cant resist, But you try.
You cant feel yourself
Only the cold numbness of the floor,
As you collapse to the ground,
You cant have anymore.
The shadows sprint through you're veins
And swirl over white blood cells,
They transform, into dark shadowy figures,
Who invade you're dreams, with lost hopes of death and destruction
You don't know who to see,
What to do, or where to do it.
You wander hopelessly into the dark alleyways,
And you, become a soldier to sins.
A bellower in darkness,
You feel the black power run through you're veins like a wild cheetah
And it feels good, you don't want it to stop.
And you become another victim, of the dark followers.
You become the drug fiend,
You taste the darkness,
You see it swirling through you like a snake
But you don't stop.
You only wonder, why feel happy?
When there is no purpose,
There is only death, and no happiness about it.
So why do people smile? it is yet another mystery, of mankind.....
Kilo,
