Happiness and morning

I woke up with a heavy heart
Broken before the morning broke
Hands too heavy to seek help
Mouth bruised, battered
Blood is all it can hold.

There is a song written for sadness
A dance floor for broken bones
There are eyes seeking
To pierce an open soul
To weave this story how they like.

Happiness is a farce
Love is a rumour, sweet only in words
The world’s default state is sullen
I’ve pursued this course,
And this is the last blood I will shed.

Victor Oyedele