My harmony…

 

I find ration in my ir-ration,
I find peace in my rage-ous fits,
I find bliss in my painful tears;
I am the queen of the abyss…

I can laugh out loud and hard
At what is cynical and ironic.
I cry tears of fear and angst
When I am happy and euphoric…

In my twisted head
I exist in utter harmony
With what makes sense to me
And not what you force upon me…

Unorthodox? Why, thank you;
I am honored to be named so…
Heretical? Crazy? Twisted?
They’re all synonyms to my name, too…

In my reality, I think,
And, therefore, I actually am…
I abide by no particular rules,
I just make them up whenever I can…

04.10.2009

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