• Happiness...
    Some say it heals,
    Some say it kills.
    I think it does both.

    As my herald,
    Happiness saves me from my sure doom.
    What would swallow me up,
    What would never give me back.

    As my demise,
    Happiness keeps me painfully constant.
    What would erase the true emotion,
    What would lose my inner reality.

    As my herald,
    Happiness distracts me from my dark eternity.
    The never ending pit,
    That slinks towards my soul.

    As my demise,
    Happiness comes back around for revenge.
    It strikes me vitally,
    Leaving its mark in those I love.

    The herald and the demise,
    Their battle persists within me.
    To neither win nor lose,
    They continue fighting.

    Only at once do they stop,
    When she nears, the true happiness shows.
    True happiness is my true savior,
    For it clears the battlefield of my soul.

    The fighting ceases,
    Just as it had started.
    Only she is my genuine liberator,
    The one to free me from myself.

    As she and I part again,
    They appear again.
    Happiness, my herald, my demise,
    Begins its battle once again...