Out of Body

These brown eyes drip droplets of tears Tears that must flow cuz im not one to mask sadness tears that eventually help repair and heal in order to produce sunshine and happiness to this pale face, ghost-like in every way I try to illuminate for others try to be cherry even when most likely the inside is bothered a little smeared a little tainted. The soul is always wandering. My soul it wants to escape because this body is far to tormented my hands, my head, my arms, my legs, Belly and all that makes me is a prison to this soul so as i close these brown black eyes my soul will leave and roam the night sky to only be taken aback by the blink of my eyes who see massive black clouds and realizes that immortality exists because at that very moment my body has no soul, no guidance, emotion I panic and ask him to save me, help me wake up to this everlasting nightmare. I dont live in silence because it creates torment. So I become the noisemaker in order to produce solitude.