Staircased

Worn stairs trapped and encased in a particular way
Tired of all the Pain, the deep thoughts of dismay
Hauntings of arguments that stained the risers and the treads
The walls cradling the Pain are for both feet and head
 
Without a handrail it has prayers of stretching out in graves
If only to reach the landing and possibly being saved
But it’s so hard to see beyond the comforts of these stairs and walls
Trapped behind Pain’s baluster dragging a chain and ball
 
Isn't it relief upon the roof tops of life
Is it brighter as the stairs climb above the strife
Up out of the darkness shedding the weight of a depressing existence
An existence that teaches those that live, the penalty for resistance
 
The darkness never goes out, the stains are never washed away
The hurt is forever recycled, it’s in the stairs and walls DNA
The life and death of pain can at times appear to be a sexy escalator
Hahaha, a sultry flash of light and a quick ride in an elevator�