A deafening sound of deep dark silence,
Washes over his damaged soul,
Regret and guilt from the gruesome violence,
That long has torn in him a hole.
He bid farewell to happiness and hope,
Long ago, when he was but a youth,
Espoused to sorrow blindly he’s eloped,
Never exposing to others the truth.
Whitewashed is the sepulcher of his heart,
Though death inside doth lurk,
Poisoned was his soul from the very start,
His polished second face is his life’s work.
Ever sinking deeper in swamps of grave perdition,
His thirsting soul decaying,
Yet ne’er a soul is ever wiser of his condition,
For the smile upon his face displaying.
Destined to remain in hypocrisy’s bondage
He roams the earth but for a little while,
Just as every wanderer shares the sad privilege,
Of secret sorrows adorned in a shining smile.
