Never dream of happiness.

Never dream of happiness.

And, it lingers on your tongue leaving marks of beauty.
Finding curses in all the right things brought by destiny.
With haunting images rotting away your palish flesh -
you trust away the happiness right into a mess.

Minutes turn to hours beating away at your soul,
churning with obedience to make you absolutely whole.
No markings left to prove the trouble that's been left-
with a few emotional roller coasts and one tiny, little theft.

More and more I dream of you and all your higher power.
Feeling a facade within the rest, like a suicidal shower.
Burning to let it out, itching to scream the truthfulness-
instead I rested upon my grave to never dream of happiness.