Facade of Content

The façade of content that you see Disguises a brewing pot of misery Hidden deep inside his empty soul Devoid of passion that life has stole Making love only to his left hand While she sleeps beside another man The pale, impression from a wedding band Discarded inside the bed nightstand Seeing his children just once a week A source of advice they no longer seek The prospects for improvement look rather bleak Alimony slaps him on the other cheek He has felt the noose around his neck But hasn’t stepped off of the chair, yet He has tasted the nozzle of his gun But has kept the safety latch turned on The façade of content that you see Keeps his life of pain a mystery If that façade ever comes crumbling down You better pack your bags and get out of town