infinities go on in the time between our talks
never does my mood decline, droop
suspicious that i'm always manic, yes, but
proposition me to interact and negativity will
instead pursue avenues and corridors in my mind
repressed and untouched for centuries
assume nothing about my soul except
trapped within is a monster which knows no bounds
if i think a happy thought, it gets misconstrued
oblivious to my own downfall
never does my mood decline, droop