Forgotten: happy Scene Poem by Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff

It's glorious
this path never ending, so narrow
I'm smiling big
heat feels so cold,
living for the moment, feels like tomorrow

A white rose, defines sorrow
As it all changed for me,
no hold, breaking together, opposite of horror,
my heart beats for this kind of glee

I'm fallen in love with my vomit,
my surrounding screaming in fear
Why, why are they my guest for the morbid
Tears of joy is what defines a happy scene

Doesn't seem so bad,
when your eyes are kept close.

When the importance won't get fed,
then there is nothing you still could fear.

When life is not represented by being dead,
then your biggest wish stands already written here.

You still moving back, even when tomorrow repeats.
Your stomach is empty, if there is only vomit you wish to see.
Even a white rose can turn red, if earth traits the wrong seeds.

Guests are not required for starting an morbid,
if only the imagination counts for the own deed.

Suicidal tears define a real happy scene.