Chronicles of Dark Humor

I have re-incarnated

Three times,I think

And each time I realize that I just go back to the mess I've been

 

Look upon the greatness

With your swollen shaking legs

Then return back home

Never existed, in the first place.

 

And I tried telling my mates

That I have started hearing singing birds

And that the night is not at all dark

But they keep making blurred lines with crayons

"here's the boundaries,let's stay on our own"

 

But I think they've got it wrong,

Stuck in their own domes.

 

And my flesh hides under layers of chiffon

Layers of leather jackets

Layers of capes

And layers of orange jumpsuits

And ofcourse

The yellow hairy skin