My Piece of Peace
Around another curve,
Another stuttering apostrophe.
Self-destruction is how I measure the time,
And so I think that I might really be happy.
I am happy I see the misery of this existence,
I am not happy it is there, just happy that I see it.
I am glad I’ve let it infect and eventually
Control and become me,
Because now I am that misery,
And knowing is my happiness;
Now a truly filtered day of reckoning for my soul.
I know that I no longer have anything to lose,
And this is my freedom,
This is what all of you,
As the complete organism of ignorance you apparently long to be,
Can never take away from me.
And so I finally laugh freely…