Animism
Ask fate does the moon shift
As the oceans drift apart
With no moon in this sea of dark
Visions slowly sank
My dead eyes staring blank
While i stay idle
Forming an illusion of an isle
Struggling to find consciousness growing weary
Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly
Chained as I am to body, soul and mind
Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find
There is not a line pourtraying a goal
As I live peacefully with my soul
My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant
Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered
Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore
My soul began to soar higher then ever before
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