A season

Once, if I remember right, my life was a celebration where all hearts were open and all wines flowed. One night I sat Beauty on my lap, And I found she was bitter, and I called her names. I found weapons to use against justice. I ran away. Poverty, hate, you witches, my treasure was left in your care. I managed to wither all human hope inside me. I attacked like a wild animal, and strangled every joy. I call for executioners, I wanted to perish, chewing on their guns. I called for plagues, so I could suffocate in sand, in blood. Unhappiness was my god. I lay down in the mud, and dried off in the crime infested air. I played the fool unti lI was really crazy. And by spring I had the scary laugh of an idiot. -