The Pain is Good as Long as You’re Not Laughing

The pain is good, as long as you’re not laughing.

The rain is good, as long as you’re not basking.

To be consumed in violent vengeance,

The children doomed to silent endings.

Insane is good, as long as you’re not masking.

The pain is good, as long as you’re not laughing.

 

The heart will scream when it is so betrayed

And part from dreams. To darkness go, delayed.

Into the flames are tossed the matches,

Then all the names this anger snatches.

The start, it seems, was somehow old and frayed.

The heart will scream when it is so betrayed.

 

The mind can be a playground for the demons

Who find that we are wicked or deceiving.

In cases thoughts are found defective,

That which we sought can be reflected.

Behind the evil deeds, we swore a reason.

The mind can be a playground for the demons.

 

The soul has only to escape the flesh.

Control is lonely. Fickle fate at best.

Take us, oh chariot, so high.

Into the air, the children fly.

The toll, my own has just to pay the rest.

The soul has only to escape the flesh.

 

The pain is good, as long as you’re not laughing.