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Nectar
Happiness is made of this,
the irony amuses me,
the pain and fire in my nightmares
made from dream ingredients.
Happiness is made of this
I wonder if you feel it too?
Can you taste this happiness,
the bitter food I ate with you?
Comfort me with little words.
Comfort me with anything.
Comfort me with understanding.
Comfort me with peace.
Comfort me with hope or sorrow.
Comfort me with unseen smiles.
Comfort me with unfelt feelings.
Comfort me with thoughts.
Love is such a acid tincture,
toxic when it's licked alone.
Happiness the threads of web
that trap the helpless unto death.
Do you know the harm you've caused me
with your kind and good intention,
My soul is brown like rotted petals.
The you inside me cries and cries.
Comfort me with distant memory.
Comfort me with happy dreams.
Comfort me with sweet forgetting.
Comfort me with life.
Comfort me by not existing
anywhere in any world,
by being different, evil, stupid,
gone and gone and gone and gone.
Happiness is made from this,
they say this liquid, red, divine,
creates a reason to exist,
but beware with whom you dine,
this nectar can ferment into a deadly wine.
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