Waxed is my soul

How shall I soothe, how shall I stop
This screeching scorching pain,
I’m afraid to go out because
I fear I’ll melt with rain . . .

Beneath the black blur
My tears turn tough
My moans mix in mist,
My ride remains rough . . .

Waxed is my soul,
Stained, no longer sane,
I’m afraid to go out because
I fear I’ll melt with rain . . .