When the sky welcomed the black,

And which it roared, "Continue to be sad!"

I beckoned it and followed,

Whilst I knew its imminent bad.

So from this time, I wouldn't forget,

Such a question that can fly

"How to be happy, my friend?"

And from such, it wholly banished the red.

How to be happy,

When it's pitch black?

How to be happy,

When it all comes back?

How to be happy,

For I'm all alone?

How to be happy,

When I'm living in a wretched home?

How to be happy,

For they forced me to weep?

How to be happy,

If this was going for weeks?

How to be happy,

When my sight continually blurs?

How to be happy,

If this is all a first?

How to be happy,

Whilst I stand on scorched lands?

How to be happy,

When there's not even a single hand?

How to be happy,

When no one's smiling?

How to be happy,

When I'm just a weakling?

How to be happy,

In the laying rain?

How to be happy,

When all direct me to insane?

How to be happy,

When everything was crumbling?

How to be happy,

If I couldn't find my ending?

I couldn't ask all of these for myself,

For I didn't have the ample urge!

And for once, maybe it's better to be dormant,

Pulling into its purge.

And maybe sink in a gyrating dark,

Where there are all the weaklings

Maybe even let my host submerge,

Following its bidding?

Or maybe even acquire my dagger,

And penetrate it through my palpitating red

Whilst I slowly sink into the tenebrous,

As I lay on my permanent bed?

And even better— overdose from their exhume,

Whilst I inhale these intoxicating fumes!

In which I'm torturing—

My puny shell.

From which the dark crimson laid,

Down to my yet-crimson body

I abandoned my shell,

For a much more folly.

And here I am—

Seeing what they always tell me that I don't want to see

I felt numb,

For whomever— I wouldn't care!

Leave me repining! Leave me haunting!

Haunting my past! Haunting the foolish prey!

Don't even bother to check! Don't even dare to stay!

Leave me— as you used to— from my continuous mad!

I fretted and faced both of my palms

It's over! I'm in for a permanent sunk!

It's all I projected; it's all I could purge!

From which I battle the usual curse.

Why am I so stupid!? Why am I so sick!?

I should've just put the lid on its beckoning yield!

And for once I've tasted the fragrant dirt,

Seeping into my buds.

And I tried to wish to the Heavens above—

"I need your help! I need your guidance!"

Whilst dangling feet chomping from the speedy gyration

Tilting my head up for the uncertain immersion.

Like a talisman, like a piece of red velvet,

I've felt a brush of refulgence

And yet I thought it's them but I'm wrong—

In which I bloomed my eyes to an image I long.

Seeping through the vast— the heavenly meadow

The new Earth— yet even better— for I could follow

And yet I clutched the glowing rope,

Up and up— I looked down and coped.

Be still; the dye will fall

And I'm the dirty one— emerging from the dark

Leave me repining! Leave me haunting!

But it didn't listen— it didn't give attention...

And yet it caressed my cheeks,

Down till a sudden beam from it

Flourishing demure— continually I witnessed

I could not see, for it's too bright!

For once— I'm glad; I'm glad that maybe it's all over...

I wouldn't ask such a question!

But I'm wrong once again— "How to be happy, my friend?"

Till it laid its hands and forced me to squiggle up my lips—

"There's nothing wrong, my young,

For curses as such are some fellow ones

But all you need is a little smile,

And it'll flicker off for all!"

And when those words laid through my drums,

I got back down and laid both my feet

Following its path till I'm astonished to see—

These entities swarming around me!

And then till I saw it— my ending,

Ending in which it wasn't a demise

However, a fellow abruptly approached with gloom and asked, "How to be happy?"

...What did I do, you say?

Well, I've just laid my hands on his and forced him to squiggle up his lips...