Of course I should be happy with my life
Nothing too horrible happens...

Evil grows in people
In the dark basement of the mind...

You, my healer
name ringing bright...

Fingernails painted
pink-gold...

Ah, the things one can create
when they're in the manic state...

Settled to be
happy, free...

A dream with no color
rain with no thunder...

Winter like a swear word
cold and harsh...

Gray buildings standing heavy
yet elegant, sooty yet resolute in purpose...

Filled
to the brim with a desire to create something new...

Thoughts mercilessly attacking thoughts
immeasurably insistent, favoritism...

Riddled with intrinsic scars
reaching for the frigid stars...