Senses

Eyes staring back into yours
Pulling you towards with psychic claws
Burning iris, bleeding eyes
Tributes made for these lies

Lips throwing words to ears
Bring forth emotional tears
Biting resentment said to hurt
Self-righteous words that burnt

Ears prickling at scorn thrown
Screams reaching listeners unknown
Listening to problems, make a solution
Hearing questions screamed in delusion

Scent wafting to nostrils of rage
Delirium made scented from this page
Purity never smelt as sweet
Without the inane hustle of the mortal street

Touch of morality, imported hope
Trace of physical pain to cope
Feel for emptiness, drive for right
Feel the lose of our empty night

Eyes made from tears of blood
Lips drinking in this watery flood
Ears understand words of hatred
Scents of lose that where held so sacred
Touch contributed to the decision disputed

Eyes, lips, ears, scent, feel
The humanity senses that are so real
Purity in tribute of lively essence
As these senses make time presence

Confusion seen in the eyes of the reader
Lips reading over words of this sorry pleader
Ears listening to the inane life that is described
Smelling the beauty of life yet undecided
Touching something so real but unable to feel

The message is short, and yet oh so sweet
You can hear it through that inane street
Use your senses, live your life
Live it without the constant need for pending strife

Sense no more worries
No more broken stories
Sense the world the world around
And live this sense of life that you have found