Whose happiness is that? I think I know.
It’s owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe.
I watch him frown , I cry hello
He gives his happiness a shake
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sounds the break.. of distant waves and birds awake.
The happiness is selfish, possessive and deep.
But he has promises to keep
Until then he shall not sleep
He lies in bed with ducts of weep.
He rises from his bitter bed.. with thoughts of sadness in his head.
He idolises being dead. Facing the day with never ending dread.