Rancor

Why do the windows cry when it rains?
I guess they don't understand,
That the best thing for this world
Is washing it all in grey.

The world doesn't cry, dear,
It laughs itself to tears.
Oh, synthetic emotion,
Wash away these years.

How'd you get yourself into this mess, grey?
I just couldn't play along.
I knew he'd stay for a while,
Maybe not for long.

His mind has taken the glittering path,
Straying towards this perfect world,
Soon his body will follow,
And amid this holy chaos, a tragedy unfurls.

Oh, see the evils of insanity,
Calling out when no one's there,
As if someone's in the room with him,
So vague, so blind, so aware.

Oh, how'd you get yourself into this mess, grey?
Out to conquer the world, dear?
You'll have to try harder than that,
It's so easy to lose yourself in fear.

He'll find himself in Paradise,
Arcane, profound, your past.
I'll stay here, prone to fear,
On bayberry grass, I'll wither at last.

His spiritual perfection,
His caveat belief.
I'll keep whispering to empty eyes:
You cannot leave.

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For Maki, my beloved kitty.