are you happy?

reason commands, dictates, shoos the bus dashes across high mountains eager to drown the horrors of death whose yelling, screaming, beatings echo eerily around these vast canvas wrinkling, convulsing, it is not wanting to breathe strangled the white face fades, blinks, erodes with sand paper rough on hands, chilled spine grasping a desktop - bursting into flames! and the tires shriek, they lunge, they smell of burnt tires when chains wrap lungs, voices are buried deeper into the mountain, coffins are no longer needed when a tirade of repressed steam hisses from one open vent: shut it out now; reason hammers cognitive functions gear to first speed, hate, love, red they bent a bus till the skeletal shape looks no more like mere spirits unable to wander, descending into valleys of life but the density, the gravity drinks out light - no more. horrors, mishappen beasts from mist scurry about, eager to do biddings; yes sir, no ma'am with daggers sticking into reason's hindsight, reason's ingenuity, reason's smooth machinery but the heart it is dead, dead whining, tugging, struggling the three fates come together once again to cut the cord. and this time passion took red, love, hate, black digging till the last piece of hand still waving - HELP ME.