Pain from Cuts

Pain from Cuts

When you look for the face of love and its empty

The outline only is your reality

Cry from deep within a heart broken soul shattered and alone

Urge to cut your arm to make a face appear is anger’s zone

But that sharp hot pain is a one way street to insane

Yet stopping doing so is harder than that throbbing tooth pain

So live with a soul in pain without analgesics that are hard to find

The cut of the insane is the only rescue from soul pain so blind

It can’t see you in desperation sitting in the middle of nowhere

Can’t witness your tears in public with people all around

So turn up the sound in your ears to drown out aching reality

Rising level at a vital point tempers the destruction vitality

Imagination is hope that the mean surround will run aground

Surely the reality of a bleeding arm will awaken happiness

But you know the pain of nothingness endures endlessly

And the universe’s connectedness is only a journey into nothingness