The Keys to Happiness

Take me back to yesterdays.
To the time when I was young,
that precious point in history
before shaping had begun.

Lead me to that paradise
where callousness means free;
before the cancer of romance
had formed inside of me.

Take my fragile, glassy heart
and fill it full of lead;
offer me a wilted rose
to celebrate the dead.

Drag a ragg'ed razor
through my love-encrusted mind.
Lobotomize my foolish dreams
and make me blissfully blind.

Tie a stone onto my soul
and drop me in the ocean
that memories will wash away
and drown my soft emotions.

Speak to me of nothingness
where angels never fly
and all the jewels that crown the night
are simply stars up in the sky.

Let me know a lack of longing
that desire might be just a word
and the thought of being hurt again
would strike me as absurd.

Lay me down within a hole
with indifference by my side
and, kindly, do not make to wake me
until the poet in me has died.

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