Dead of the Soul

On a hillside,far in country Water edge of dark unforeseen Like a soul, creatures scurry its depths Tormented life behind the walls Trials of endurance, tragedy in lost Dead of the Soul it lives to feast Buried like the dead only to be alive A second breath just to die again Like a plague devouring our every being Lost in a world of conflict and love A demon within covered beneath the skin Seeking guidance, comfort of existence The Being within driving the soul's darkness Like a ghost, a puppet on a string All I am, eyes of picture past A future among the God's of mortalities Drowning myself in sorrow's grief Blood shed walls emotions speak volume A dying being crying out the depths A long time forgotten, escape of reality Dead of the Soul, vengeance blood drips tasted glory