A Joy So Near To Melancholy

Death waits for the tulips to dance Therefore...          Water your Soil          Give it the Light you want to witness          Let your Garden be caressed by the Spring winds          They are well intimate with the passage of time          It doesn't matter that you bear the sour lime          The energy of the world will remember          All of your greatest aspirations in time Death is the ultimate orgasm, Therefore...          Cherish Every Moment          Let it Pulse within you          Let your body feel the warmth of the burning sun          It is there that you can feel a moment          It is there you can feel her with you          ...

  "Choose Your Poison," they say. But how can I, when they all look delicious? A foamy, strawberry milkshake   with blended pillowy marshmallows is a sure way to die well. But I'll take the tangy sweet raspberry filled chocolate , for that poison gives me the right vitality. If you ask me, that can of dihydrogen monoxide is a bit underwhelming, but I can drink it afterwards to clear my palette. And then afterwards I'll clear my stomach of these toxins with a cold glass of whiskey, next to that ghost that always hangs by the staircase. She always looked a bit dead compared to other ghosts, aren't they supposed to be scary? I hardly even notice she's there until I have that glass. And then it's that lullaby. The window her eyes lead to is the royal blue gateway to a far more desolate place. She continues to hum to that dying star. I can't bear to look out the glass, it's too bright. Her eyes undeterred by the madness, she quietly keeps every mome...