A Beautiful Soul in Peril

How is it that you seem to believe that you are blissfully safe in the hands of peril,
When you and I know that you accepted a partnership and the aim of the business was to sell your soul to the devil. . .

Hiding behind the shades to escape all the shame of what people are bound to see and saving yourself another reason to cover up the truth,
Your love for him has turned to fear and your pent-up scars will stand trial as the prosecuting proof. . .

You always told me that love would set you free, now your liberated expressions remain unexpressed throughout the rest of your living days,
Avoiding and by all means, you trying your best to not aggravate his swollen pride by putting food on the table and keeping legs open wide and staying away from friends out of fear that you are bound to confide and reveal the concealed and he would realise. . . that his control over you is beginning to fade away!

No one knows the universal power of the spoken word than you coz it was his spoken words that broke you down and made you shy-away,
Yet again, it was his very words; his convincing and sadistic words that made you stay. . .

Despite the fact that happiness was just a smile away,
Your spiritual pleas for soul-liberation made the heavenly angels shed a tear every time you prayed. . .

You’re an Ebony Queen looking for Soul-liberation,
With a Melody-dream searchin’ for Soul-meditation. . .
You’re in elevation, but you’re A Beautiful Soul in Peril,
How could you find happiness selling your soul to the devil?. . .