Happiness is a cruel joke.
Depression is more genuine.
A smile can be beguiling,
But it can’t hide these tears of mine.
I sang my pain for all to hear.
I gave them my heart to pillage.
They peeled away my skin
And ate my cancer
And made me the fool of the village.
I never smiled to beguile
I never hid these tears of mine.
Happiness always shunned me.
Depression was more genuine.
Jesus came to me in a dream
He offered me Heaven.
I couldn’t wait that long.
I found immortality in music
And became a messiah of song.
I sang my song for all to hear.
I gave them my soul to pillage.
They peeled away my skin
And ate my cancer
And made me the fool of the village.
My smile became beguiling.
My tears fell in vain.
Happiness began to mock me.
Depression was my gain.
My blues became too authentic;
The discord too much to bear.
No song could dispel my misery.
My soul began to tear.
When my music forsook me,
Death was my only fan.
He promised me a sweeter song
And I was born again.
He took me to higher plane
where immortals and music dare not tread.
Where I could sing about teenage angst
And contemplate my dread.
Happiness was a cruel joke.
Depression was more genuine.
It gave me the courage to rest,
And repair this empty soul of mine.
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Rico Devante is a huge Nirvana fan.
