The Man Above The Boy Within

Tainted Soul

Everyday is dark, some days are dim,
Every cut has scared my soul, some cuts my mind,
I have a beautiful face, but my soul needs makeover,
I've been washed in tears and dried in pain,
My soul is etched in gore, a lethal poison,
My hell feels better with me alone,
I've disappeared and screaming,
I've gone dark, I've gone hay,
Now I'm torn inside.

I have wounds in my mind,
One pierced by thorns known only in the dark,
They bleed me out of happiness,
They scar me into sadness,
Even though I have the light in my eyes,
I walk alone by night and cry by dawn,
There's good in my heart and darkness in my soul,
The darkness is a comfortable void for rest,
My mind is impaled and full of feral seas.

Do I have to explain my sadness?
I'm not sure I understand my own language,
I have a feral mind,
One that wanders into the wild,
It lingers with my soul,
Searching for humour in the pain,
Searching for a cleaner spirit,
Hoping for the rains to know my name,
Wishing for the stars to brighten my soul,
Praying for the lightening to strike my dark soul.

And if the rains should know my name,
Will they wash my stains away?
Will they clean my taints in a sway?
Will they vitiate my impaled mind?
Or mar the good in my heart by leaching all the pain there?
I want to have wings,
For when the midnight comes without masks,
I don't want to be rooted,
I want a quiet echo,
Going into the unknown without a map,
Trusting my shadows,
Hoping to rescind my tainted soul.

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