The Unprofitable Workings of the Mind

(Mona Lisa Marie sought to improve herself...)

I wrote a happy poem and painted pretty words on my lips
I shut out the night, hid dark things under my bed,
Threw away some skeletons, and told shadows good-bye.

Raw ideas, raw ideas, all that’s left is ancient riddles.

I set fire to the evil in my life.
Then, watching the flames, I tossed in my heart too.
I sought knowledge and cluttered my mind with it.

I decided to assassinate those parts of me I love.

I went out to find somebody like me
and found I existed in everybody.
I felt my interests fade and I did not care.
And now I’m bleeding and it’s fatal.

I tread upon a trans-dimensional trolley track.