A Tale

A complex barrage
Of thoughts and emotions
To yearn for love, and want to die
To smile of joy, and want to die
A carpet of opposites,
Of paradoxical illogicities
Of complimentary soaps,
And nooses on the ceiling

Once upon a time,
A prince and a princess in a land far away
The prince left and the princess came sad
Cutting and cutting, onions for the soup
A curtain of illusions, a web of lies
“I’m fine”, the princess says,
Yet all know it a lie
“I’m not fine”, the princess says,
Yet none care for the truth

A carpet of opposites,
Of paradoxical illogicities
In the end we’re all alone
Heaven or hell, all the same
An eternity of darkness, some say
In the end we’re all alone
With our complimentary soaps,
Hanging from the ceiling