Tears of the Soul

Ease The Pain

Smiles of ill-contempt shine brightly
Mind of mischief and malice
Turning, cranking, concocting
Hands of life bring death

Through manipulation of the flesh
Sinful sensations riddled with sadness
Lacking comprehension of what is occurring
Stealing essence of being through sheer will

Acceptance of what is lower than standards
Give way to abysmal despair
Surrendering of the souls habitant
To gain a sense of belonging wantedness

Only to be replaced by disgust
When excuses have been rendered
Wrenching heaves from sobbing screams
Searching all the time for an escape

An outlet, exit, emergency evacuation
For easing the pain.