Tortured Souls

we are tortured souls that bask in the sun we feel it burn away our pain and warm our faces our teary eyed smiles are not filled with joy but with relief we visit the sea of our sadness and feel the sand between our toes the wind of our exasperated sighs wisp delicately though our hair we dive in to the ocean with waters made up of the product of our despair is now the cause of our satisfaction the salt from our eyes now cleans our wounds the two of us arrive back to the shore not dead but on a new plain of life We are tortured souls that bask in the moon light we welcome the beams of familiarity and the darkness not passing judgment our starry eyes are merely reflecting the stars not the shining of leaking emotions. Contentment a feeling, an old friend that we had departed from long ago now returns with a warm feeling and welcoming embrace Peace something I am not sure we have experienced is now here We are tortured souls that bask in the darkness under many layers of earth enveloping us down in to it Finally dead and finally living We fear for our last moments and at the same time we are anxious It is done