The sorrows of a happy soul...

We are the slayers of happiness…
We dwell among the joys of life…
We live to poison every elixir…
Which spouts despite all hate and strife!

The fluttering of a well-fed gut…
The sun shines of a fool’s Eden…
That cottage in the woods of love…
That grape wine which is well laden…
This comfort of a loving hug…
This chill which was just so sudden!
It evanesces in just one jiff!

All stooges to our cruel knife!

We are the slayers of happiness…
We dwell among the joys of life…
We are to poison every Panacea…
Who frolics on the tunes of fife!

So shut all holes that light your soul…
Abandon all the cheerful songs!
Don’t venture in the ephemeral stars…
And stay put where this corpse belongs!

We’re the sorrows of a happy soul!
We loath your pleasures, so often rife!
We come to poison this elixir…
Which spouts despite all hate and strife!

... dedicated to all the happy moments of my life!