S.m.i.l.e

[Delta40]

Self-Mutilation. Intense Longing for Escape
(SMILE)

SMILE when things aren’t going well
An’ you gotta let it out
SMILE if you can’t find the words for the picture that you doubt
The colour which you need can only come from the soul
In its darkness
It pours through your bottomless hole
SMILE as you bleed an expressive stand
That branches out across pale, languid hand

Would that my eyes
warm salty
see