Her smile outdid my wish to be cut off

Her smile out-did my wish to be cut off
To hide inside a cupboard or a box
While I drowned in pathos and old wrath

I  had  been by cruel storms well tossed
Measured by the demon’s  ticking clocks
Her smile out-did my wish to be cut off

I had not realised the fatal cost
Of   self-help  by  the odd electric shock
As I drowned in pathos and old wrath

Her smile I let come in,  though I was lost
Wandering in the graveyards of loves locked
Her smile outdid my wish to be cut off

What is it with our nonsense and old stuff
That lets each cell of skin  decide to shut
As we float in pathos and old wrath?

I took my heart and on it I did pluck
The strings  that sang a tune  to mercy’s luck
Her smile outdid my wish to be cut off
So I swam  from pathos and old wrath